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 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 its fucking head.       I’m not a morning person.                                                                                                                                                                                

lol wacko,  but i thought you would be a rabbie burns man, comin fae ayr                                                                                                                                                                             

Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim'rous beastie,

Only that was a mouse, instead of a bird. lol
                                                                                                                                                                             

i thought it was a haggis