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 lowered the window,
And crushed his fucking head.
I am NOT a morning person!
Moonlight dances,
Above waves,
Crashing roaring,
It glows white,
All is silent,
In the night.
Then moonlight,
Starts dancing like,
Ghost fireflies,
Wind blows quiet,
Around a,
Milky Moonbeam,
Sounds like,
A soft piano,
Pale moonlight.
By: Moi (so don't steal it!)
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