Are You A Morning Person?

Oooops, that’s one of those nanoseconds where you have

pressed the post button, and then realized what you’ve done.

Oh well too late now, ‘specially for that bird.

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 of 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 f****** head.

I am not a morning person