bfilarsky 0 #1 April 15, 2008 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 AM NOT A MORNING PERSON. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites LisaH 0 #2 April 15, 2008 My dad read this poem to me when I was about 10. But back then it had the word "lull" and the window crushed it's skull. Be yourself! MooOOooOoo Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Join the conversation You can post now and register later. If you have an account, sign in now to post with your account. Note: Your post will require moderator approval before it will be visible. Reply to this topic... × Pasted as rich text. Paste as plain text instead Only 75 emoji are allowed. × Your link has been automatically embedded. Display as a link instead × Your previous content has been restored. Clear editor × You cannot paste images directly. Upload or insert images from URL. Insert image from URL × Desktop Tablet Phone Submit Reply 0
LisaH 0 #2 April 15, 2008 My dad read this poem to me when I was about 10. But back then it had the word "lull" and the window crushed it's skull. Be yourself! MooOOooOoo Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites