THE 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 am not a morning person.

That poem was courtesy of a forward from Colm Dooley. (I am a morning person but the poem is pretty funny so I thought I'd put it up.)
The image above is taken from the http://www.gentoo.org website. gentoo is yet another flavour of linux that i am dying to try once I get a chance to go rasher with a computer. For thoe of you who are playing football tonight… beware I am on a mission!!! (to loose some of my "Sydney stone" that is.)