Morning Poem

I saw this note tucked in my officemate's cube today....

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 his fucking head.
I'm not a morning person.

I think i will have it printed in a nice paper, frame it and place it in my bedside table.