Topic: Morning is Broken

[Rodders]

I woke early one morming,
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 suddenly 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 f*cking head.

I'm not a morning person.

[Simon]

[Den]

Believe it or not I have a recording of Elvis Presley telling the very same joke at a private function  (home recording of course and has never been released). 

[Clive]

Is there a weblink  Den?   

[Den]

No, I have it on a bootleg CD. Can do a copy if you wish. 

[Clive]

   I might take you up on that. 

[Den]

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