In a house without a lift,
But in other respects a top floor flat
Most definitely is a gift.
You can sleep with the windows open,
Secure in the knowledge that
Intruders can't possibly climb
Up to a top floor flat.
The views are simply terrific,
Especially when it's fine,
And you can study at length
The city's muddled design.
The air is so much cleaner,
Away from the busy street,
Where dust and fumes are mingled
With dirt from under your feet.
At the top it's often warmer,
For the roof gets all the sun,
While lower floors get little,
Or sometimes even none.
When it's windy it howls around
The top, not the lower floors,
And it's terribly atmospheric
If one's warm and safe indoors.
There's no-one up above you,
To cause any loss of sleep
Because of the poor insulation
Or awkward hours they keep.
The top floor is usually the best,
Providing you don't find,
Climbing up endless stairs,
Is just too much of a bind.
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