I got this is in an email from a friend. It doesn;t say who wrote it…but it’s so very true of me. 😆
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 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.
That’s mean… 😛
Comment: LOL! luv’d it!
LOL! I was reading and got half way through, thinking to myself “Sasha’s having an unusual day” 😆
Too funny that youthought that Saskia. Guess you know me pretty well huh?
Yeah, you’ve mentioned it before. 😆 I remembered in particular you said that when you had to meet Roberta for breakfast at RWA LOL cos I wouldn’t cope with that either!! 😯