2007-07-09 12:37:16 UTC
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 chirping brought up the morning sun,
i stirred beneath the covers,crept slowly out of bed,
and gently shut the window,
and crushed his f##king head.
I'M NOT A MORNING PERSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ps.well cheesed off they violationed my last joke.it was quite funny i thought!!!!!!!!