Saturday, August 11, 2007

Great short poem

I woke early one morning,
the earth lay cool and still,
when suddenly a tiny bird,
perched on my window sill,
it sang a song so lovely,
that slowly all my troubles
began to slip away.

It sang of far off places,
of laughter and of fun,
it seemed his very song,
brought out the morning sun,
I pulled back the covers,
and crept slowly out of bed,
and gently shut the window,
and crushed his freaking head,
I'm not a morning person

(Dedicated to everyone who has to wake up at 6 AM. Poem was copied from somewhere else)


secratea said...

Oh My God! The first a couple of lines were soothing.. they brought to my mind Keats' "Ode to a Nightengale," but then the end shook me out of the expereince... jad freakish!

Hareega said...

yeah i liked the end !!

Anonymous said...

Gooood job and the end is coooooooooooooooooool !! :)

Hagar Hisham said...

wooooooooooooow !! :) hagar

Engstromkzwl said...

Gooood job and the end is coooooooooooooooooool !! :)

Yolanda Mitchell said...

wooooooooooooow !! :) hagar