Woke early one morning, the earth lay cool and still, when suddenly a tiny bird, perched on my window sill, it sang a song so lovely, so carefree and so gay, that slowly all my troubles, began to slip away, it sang of far off places, of laughter and of fun, it seemed his very song, brought out the morning sun, I pulled back the covers, and crept slowly out of bed, and gently shut the window, and crushed his freakin' head. I am not a morning person.
Ro...we've gotta ge you a sound card lol
ReplyDelete*giggle* I'm not a morning person either!
ReplyDeletelol Osquer lol I about fell on the floor when I came across this poem-I felt compelled to share it lol
ReplyDelete*giggle* awww thanks PGH lol Thought I'd try something different this time. There will be more interesting poems on the way.
ReplyDeleteFor Ro, since you can't hear it...
ReplyDeleteWoke early one morning,
the earth lay cool and still,
when suddenly a tiny bird,
perched on my window sill,
it sang a song so lovely,
so carefree and so gay,
that slowly all my troubles,
began to slip away,
it sang of far off places,
of laughter and of fun,
it seemed his very song,
brought out the morning sun,
I pulled back the covers,
and crept slowly out of bed,
and gently shut the window,
and crushed his freakin' head.
I am not a morning person.
Bea: I have a request. I would LOVE to hear you read Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll! Oh please oh please oh please!
ReplyDeleteOK it's a deal Osquer. The Jabberwocky it is.
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