Such music was booming, t'would frighten a mouse.
The neighbors were partying, they had not a care.
And R and B music pulsed through the air.
Sleep would not happen no matter I tried,
On my back, on my front, and of course on each side.
The one-o'clock hour came and it went,
And finally all of my patience was spent.
911 to the rescue, help was soon on the way.
When the policemen arrived I heard one of them say,
"Please open the door, ma'am." But she would not comply.
"Ma'am, open the door." But she gave no reply.
"Ma'am, please open the door," he would ask loud and clear,
But his firm command would fall on deaf ear.
At long last the music cut off in mid beat,
And the squad car drove off down our now-quiet street.
But were they all finished? Oh it was not to be,
A melee was started, a real jamboree.
He shouted, she countered, he shouted some more,
And then a gun sounded, like the slam of a door.
Now I joined NRA back in '71,
And it's been many years since I fired a gun.
But a 22 caliber makes a nice "clop"
And a few seconds later was another clear pop!
I could hear his voice talking, but from her not a peep.
Forget any rest-there's no way I could sleep.
911 on speed dial, I called in the fuzz.
For a murder or mayhem was the new next-door buzz.
Thank the Lord she was healthy, but she wanted to go,
So the cops she escorted, there was nary a blow.
They ran all the names of each person inside
Just in case anyone had a warrant to hide.
At long last she was free, and away did she drive,
While I in my house thanked the Lord she's alive.
It's 4 a.m now; I'm too hyped to recline,
But grateful to vacate in the nick of time.
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