This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Rochester chapter and does not reflect the views of Her Campus.
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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:
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Dearest Gentlemen,
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To whichever one of you
Who has serenaded our ears
With late-night moaning
And creaking
And love-making cheers
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We ask not
That you cease
Your breathless carousingÂ
Carry on
With whatever you think is arousing!
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But on the other hand
We simply must offer this dare:
Let us see
If you can last
More than five minutes
Up there.
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Take care!
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I don’t know about you, but I can’t think of a better way to get someone to pipe down during sex.
~ MW