Michelle C.

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. I stirred beneath the covers, Crept slowly out of bed, Then gently shut the window, And crushed his f%&#ing head, I'm not a morning person.

funniness: 7.37

rating: PG-13