Our neighbours love to spy on us,
peeping through their windows without fuss,
all eyes on our daily activities,
as they try to solve their own perplexities.
some may say they're spying on us,
but maybe they just want to copy us,
our arguments may make us Angry Birds,
ready to bump heads without any words.
But our neighbours seem to enjoy our fights,
maybe it's their secret guilty delights,
watching us in hot conversations,
motivates them to take some actions.
Oh, let them watch and let them see,
our drama is their favorite reality TV,
we'll keep living our lives with a flair,
as long as they're not peeping -
while we're in our underwear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem