It's a beautiful thing

I was chatting to a good friend of mine online the other day and was reminded of this poem. I like it very much so I've decided to share it with you, my adoring AydsBlog audience.

Morning 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 gently shut the window
And crushed his fucking head.

I'm not a morning person.

Shamelessly ripped from this URL http://www.jardmail.co.uk/misc/morningpoem.shtml however that was just because it was pretty high up on my quick Google search.