Too good and too appropriate to not post.

Stumbling about pinterest this morning, I found a charming little ditty entitled "Morning Poem."

My family and roommates know that I am very much not a morning person. Therefore, I would like to dedicate this (edited) poem to the brave souls who are courageous enough to share a living space with me in the mornings. Its not an easy job, folks. Let their strength be shown.

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 ****ing head.

I'm not a morning person.