Windsor Win

A poem written to vent some of my frustration with my university accomodation, humour included.

The wind was whipping around my university accommodation (Windsor Hall dubbed "Windsor Tower") the other day and I was inspired to write a poem.  It went from my annoyance with the wind to many of the other problems faced by students within the hall.  I dont mind the strange rhyme pattern.  It's fun to read out loud.

Picture credit to Simon Willms.

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“Whoosh whoosh,” says the Wind against the tower.

Windsor grouses, “Hush, we’re sleeping!”

Wind chuckles and shakes.  “No, you’re keeping

A gaggle of university students and the hour

Is before midnight.”

 

The tower shuts its windows to the fair breeze

And attempts no longer to listen.

Water, battering cool glass, starts to glisten.

“Listen here, Windsor Tower!” says icy freeze,

“The racket comes from your height!”

 

Wind took on the foul whine of nails on chalkboard.

“We’ve heard your tortured students

Being any and all but prudent

Stumbling merrily toward your ward.

Their howls were drunken delight.”

 

“We have not long later, we report with dismay,

Seen bodily fluids rain down;

Even our natural clean kept the frown

On the faces of the cleaners your supervisors pay.

It is getting a touch trite.”

 

“Alright, alright!” Tower complied with a grumble.

“So my students are reckless

But perhaps they might wreck less

If they weren’t kept awake by your rumble!”

The tone was far less than polite.

 

“Excuse me!” pardoned Tree, sounding a plea,

“Could you please keep it down way up there!

Of blame you both have a fair share!

Wind, you are loud, of that I agree…

You seem as of yet not contrite.

 

"But Windsor, I dare say, your problems are many!

Your students are fed food that hardly is so

And tight rubber socks they so often they throw

After finishing any good Jane or Jenny.

For any to clean that…it is hardly right!"

 

The Wood Pigeons purred their added words.

“Some students are good, some students are bad;

Some students follow after the current-day fad;

But take it from us, for we are your birds:

Your tenants will appreciate you in hind-sight.”