Just moved in to 14 G, so cozy, calm, and peaceful:
heaven for a mouse like me with quiet by-the-lease full!
Pets are banned, parties too, and no solicitations.
Window seat with garden view.
A perfect to read a book: I’m lost in my Jane Austen when I hear

*Dramatic opera*

Say it isn’t so… not the flat below… from an opera wanna-be in 13 G.
A matinee of some cantata, Wagner’s Ring, and Traviata…

*Dramatic opera*

My first night in 14 G I’ll put up with Pouccini…
Brew myself a cup of tea, crochet until she’s fini!
Half past eight: not a peep, except the clock tick-tockin’.
Now I lay me down to sleep.
A comfy bed to rest my head.
A stretch, a yawn, I’m almost gone when…

*Scatting noisily*

Now the girl upstairs *laughs nervously* wakes me, unawares.
Blowing down from 15 G, her revelly.
She’s scattin like her name is Ella.
Guess who answers, a cappella…

*escalating transitions between scatting and opera*

I’m not one to raise my voice, make a fuss, or speak my mind,
but might I query, would you mind if…Could you kindly…

Stop…

That felt good!

Stop! 13, 15, 14 G,
your most unlikely trio, not quite three part harmony,

* all three sing for a minute*