Posted by Wayne on January 3, 2022, 12:13 pm
When suddenly a tiny bird perched upon 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 fricking head.
I am not a morning person.
(sorry bird lovers)
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