Morning Glory
The sun pierces through my bedroom window,
I gently roll off my cozy warm bed.
The time has come for the grass to now grow,
Without my careful watch, all would be dead.
Plants are closer to me than any child,
I won’t let one of those damn birds hurt ‘em.
If they dare to trespass I will go wild.
Those winged devils better not touch a stem.
I’ll keep a close eye from my windowsill,
Watching every move those creatures will make.
Besides marriage I’ve never had this thrill.
I won’t let them beat me for goodness sake.
“Hey honey, I’ve made a delicious stew
Don’t mind the texture, birds are hard to chew.”
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