Morning Poem...
This cheers me up every morning...

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 lively,
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,
brough up the morning sun.
I stirred beneath the covers
Crept slowly out of bed,
Then gently shut the window
And crushed his fucking head.
I'm not a morning person.
(wormeater, Fri 12 Aug 2005, 15:38, Reply)