Busybody, keep your morbid malady
In check and peck in your yard
To avoid the void a tragedy
May heap beyond your quips outside your graveyard
Where your evil eye
Shouldn't interfere in neighbours' homes
In which couples decide you as a spy
Should write treatises and tomes
To learn to mind your own confidential conduct
Balanced by a vision to build
A desire to veer away from any malicious misconduct
In a home that ain't your field
Because each couple runs
Their home according to their common understanding
In which your tatty, tasteless tonnes
Create trouble for you in the morning and in the evening.
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