Morning Poem
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 carfree and so gay.
That slowly all my troubles,
begin 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"
Heksje
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 carfree and so gay.
That slowly all my troubles,
begin 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"
Heksje
Reacties op dit gedicht
| viv: | Zondag, juni 23, 2002 23:24 |
| muhahaha...u killed the mudderf*c*r.... Splendid to see a happy ending being scarved;) Cuddles lovely candygirlxx |
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| Raymond Brettschneider: | Zondag, juni 23, 2002 23:20 |
| Over plotwisselingen gesproken, heel apart (positief apart!). | |
| gunther vandenberghe: | Zondag, juni 23, 2002 23:18 |
| grappig en ok ! graag gelezen |
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| Auteur: Syl | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 23 juni 2002 | ||
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