Neighbours

I refer to our upstairs neighbours (who I have never met) as Big Elephant and Little Elephant, due to the noises they make crashing about during the day.
Tonight I could hear them shagging while I worked on some animation (which I why I've not posted much recently).
I wrote this poem in honor of the occasion.

I can hear our upstairs neighbours,
Partaking of a shag.
I can hear the windows rattle,
And see the ceiling start to sag.

Two elephants, I joke they are
(I can see the ceiling's sunk).
Such weight and noise and trumpeting.
And no doubt, quite a trunk.

The wailing has abated.
Two exhausted pachyderm.
A dust bath on the Serengeti,
To wash away the sperm.