poem dat i saw somewhere... what do u think?

Question

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 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
the gently shut the window
and crushed his f<>king head


im not a morning person

Answer 1

that was mean pore birddy lol

Answer 2

Wonderful. I love making poems out of old (especially Irish) jokes: Try this one - it goes on a bit but I am sure you will find it worth your time: I call it 'The Snuff':..........

Paddy was a decent man, a man who rarely swore,
Peter was his oldest friend, since they were twenty-four.
But now that they were ancient, though still quite hard and tough,
They lived just for their evening pint - and a hefty pinch of snuff.

The snuffbox sat upon the bar, with compliments and free,
And while the lads sipped at their pints ‘twas plain for all to see,
That both had quite a habit, like addicts and their fix,
Each night they met and could be seen, in the bar just after six.

Until the dark day came about, when Paddy on his own,
Found the snuffbox empty, on his forehead, a deep frown.
But Paddy was a gentleman, not a rude word did he say,
So he called upon a young boy, outside the door at play.

‘Run down to Coynes tobacconist, buy half a gram of snuff,
Here’s half-a-crown in money, I think it’s quite enough,
And if you’re back in minutes, the change it’s yours to spend’
The boy was gone in seconds, at last he’d found a friend.

Misfortune fell upon the boy, for as he passed the cross,
He came upon a group of men playing pitch and toss.
And as he watched he felt the urge, temptation was too strong,
He tried to fight the evil off, he knew that it was wrong.

Three tosses later, he was broke, the half-crown, it was lost,
He weighed up all the options, and knew what it would cost,
A solution it was called for, somehow to make things right,
When suddenly he became aware of a large dry white dogsh*te.

Without thinking twice, he ground it up, in a twist of old white paper,
Ran quickly back to Paddy’s pub and handed him the taper.
He never stopped to see the result of the nasty thing he’d done,
Within seconds he was far away now thinking it was fun.

Paddy quietly placed the stuff, into the old snuffbox,
Then smartly tapped upon the lid, gave it three gentle knocks,
Between his thumb and index finger, with stuff he struck a pose,
And without delay, a wait all day, he sniffed it up his nose.

Minutes later Paddy asked of others in the pub,
‘Can you smell sh*te’ he called out loud, he gave his nose a rub,
All checked their shoes and boots to see, in what they might have trod,
Then with united chorus, called ‘No, no, not me, begob’.

Now in strolls Peter, his best friend as I have just said,
‘Sorry Paddy that I’m late’ his hand up to his head.
‘I have a heavy cold’ says he ‘my nose it is blocked up’
‘Sit down’ said Pad, hands him a pint ‘just take a gentle sup’.

‘Can you smell sh*te in here tonight’ asks Paddy of his mate,
‘I can’t smell nothing’ Peter says ‘’Till now at any rate’.
‘I’ve had this cold for three days now, its going to my chest,
Tonight I’m leaving early Pad, I need a decent rest’.

‘Try a pinch of snuff’ says Pad and passes him the tin,
Again three taps upon the lid, then quietly watches him,
Peter takes a hefty pinch and sniffs it deep, deep down.
Then sits and looks around the pub, upon his face a frown.

‘You know what’ Peter asks of Pad, his sniffle its now gone,
‘Tis the finest snuff this pub has seen, I doubt if I am wrong’.
‘And how do you make that out Pete’ asks Pad, he knows he’s right,
Then Peter answered soft and slow, ..............................
.....................‘I now smell that dogsh*te’.

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Answer 3

Welll since the bird was GAY "happy" he died in gayness

And You had to know that he had no wife!!!!!!!!!!!!
Maybe a boyfriend

Answer 4

UC I'm not either.