Bad-Assed Girls

We once lived boring lives in boring towns situated in boring countries on several boring continents. Well, one of us sometimes lives in a little, blonde world all her own but that's another blog. Our lives used to be so banal, so interminably dull, but not since we met! Hilarious, passionate, irreverant, wise, diverse, forthright, spiritual, bright, loving, compassionate, smart-assed, sexual, quick-witted, juicy. We're a batch of bitchin' babes & a couple of titular dudes...watch us blossom!

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

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.

2 Comments:

  • At 5:31 AM, Blogger Cheryl said…

    Awww, that's lovely, Penny! ROFL!

     
  • At 2:47 PM, Blogger Yvonne said…

    LOL Penny... you go girl!

    Remind me to NEVER serenade Penny before midnight! I like my head!

     

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