This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Rochester chapter.
A freshman student at Whitman College shared with me her brilliant method of addressing the constant love-making that occurred in the dorm above her. She composed a beautiful, yet savage, poem that she then tact to the door of the noisy lovers:
Dearest Gentlemen,
To whichever one of you
Who has serenaded our ears
With late-night moaning
And creaking
And love-making cheers
We ask not
That you cease
Your breathless carousing
Carry on
With whatever you think is arousing!
But on the other hand
We simply must offer this dare:
Let us see
If you can last
More than five minutes
Up there.
Take care!
I don’t know about you, but I can’t think of a better way to get someone to pipe down during sex.
~ MW