A morning poem

May 20, 2010

I woke early one morning

The earth lay cool and still

When suddenly a tiny bird

Perched on my windowsill

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 fucking head

I’m not a morning person.


A poem in honor of the 4 hours sleep I had. Thank you to all the miracles of nature, who started trilling at 3am.



  1. […] This post was mentioned on Twitter by paulstpancras, Lisa. Lisa said: https://deeplyflawedbuttrying.wordpress.com/2010/05/20/a-morning-poem/ Blog post. […]

  2. That was very lovely and then very funny LOL you cruel lady x

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: