A poem

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 quickly shut the window
And crushed his f¤¤¤ing head.

I'm not a morning person.

pmsl good one verity babes im not a mornin person either that poem sounds like something j would do lol

Originally Posted by Verity

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 quickly shut the window
And crushed his f¤¤¤ing head.

I'm not a morning person.

or poor little thing...lol