Maggs
2007-10-24 05:31:26 UTC
The earth lay cool and still
When suddenly a dickie bird
Perched on my window sill
He sang a song so sweetly
So carefree and so gay
That slowly all my troubles
Began to drift 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 my duvet
Crept slowly out of bed
Then went and closed the window
And crushed his b***** head.
I'm just not a morning person.
No birds were hurt during the writing of this poem.