Morning Poem

[shahzadqu]

I woke early one morning,
The earth lay cool and still
when suddenly a tiny bird
Perched on my window sill,
He sang a song so lovely
So carefree and so gay,
That slowly all my troubles
Began to slip away.
He sang of far off places
Of laughter and of fun,
It seemed his very trilling,
brought up the morning sun.
I stirred beneath the covers
Crept slowly out of bed,
Then gently shut the window
And crushed his f***ing head.
I'm not a morning person

[Khanzada]

^--Duh...cruel!

[Phoenix]

i've never done that, but i have run to the window sill and screamed and waved at the stupid birds. chirp and trill all you want, but not before i am ready to wake up [email protected]#$#@$!!!

[Dilsay]