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  • "bird on a window sill" poem

    From philladere@gmail.com@21:1/5 to All on Sun Aug 5 22:17:49 2018
    Yellow bird
    Whith a yellow bill
    Was perched upon
    My window sill

    I lured him in
    With a piece of bread
    Then I smashed
    His fucking head!

    The moral of
    the story is
    If you want some head
    You need some bread.

    The sweetest girl
    I ever saw
    Was sippin burbon
    Through a straw

    I placed my hand
    Upon her thigh
    She said, "hey Joe,
    you're way too high!"

    So I placed my hand
    Upon her toe
    She said, " hey Joe,
    You're way too low!"

    So I placed my hand
    Upon her knee
    She said, "hey Joe,
    you're teasin me!"

    So I shoved my fist
    Up in her that
    She said, " oh Joe,
    That makes me hot!"

    The moral of
    this story's clear
    Fuck the burbon
    I'll stick to beer!

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  • From Joseph C. Fineman@21:1/5 to philladere@gmail.com on Mon Aug 6 22:06:45 2018
    philladere@gmail.com writes:

    Yellow bird
    Whith a yellow bill
    Was perched upon
    My window sill

    https://www.poetryloverspage.com/poets/stevenson/time_to_rise.html
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    --- Joe Fineman joe_f@verizon.net

    ||: With that huge brain, most of us can't even wiggle our :||
    ||: ears. :||

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  • From bryanfburke67@gmail.com@21:1/5 to All on Mon Apr 22 06:24:01 2019
    That's it this is the song my dad saying to me when I was just a little boy

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  • From originalmarmie2@gmail.com@21:1/5 to Hugh Williamson on Thu Jul 18 16:02:10 2019
    On Friday, May 9, 1997 at 3:00:00 AM UTC-4, Hugh Williamson wrote:
    Does anyone know the poem about the bird on the window sill which
    ends


    "so I gently closed my window...and crushed it's little skull"

    There was a little birdie
    that sat upon my window sill
    And as I watched him eat his bread
    I crushed him in his funk head.

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  • From Joseph C. Fineman@21:1/5 to originalmarmie2@gmail.com on Fri Jul 19 18:12:40 2019
    originalmarmie2@gmail.com writes:

    On Friday, May 9, 1997 at 3:00:00 AM UTC-4, Hugh Williamson wrote:
    Does anyone know the poem about the bird on the window sill which
    ends


    "so I gently closed my window...and crushed it's little skull"

    There was a little birdie
    that sat upon my window sill
    And as I watched him eat his bread
    I crushed him in his funk head.

    Surely these are naughty versions of

    A birdie with a yellow bill
    Hopped upon the window sill,
    Cocked his shining eye and said:
    “Ain’t you ’shamed, you sleepy-head!”

    by Robert Louis Stevenson in _A Child's Garden of Verses_.
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    --- Joe Fineman joe_f@verizon.net

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    ||: women to stay the same; but they never do. :||

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  • From bryanereilly@gmail.com@21:1/5 to All on Mon Jun 1 07:33:22 2020
    I (think) I wrote this one myself, largely inspired by many of the other versions, and mostly by my inability to remember more than 4 lines:

    Early one morning, quiet and still,
    A chirping bird lit on my windowsill.
    So I smashed its fucking head with a rock
    And went back to sleep.

    Not sure where the rock came from.
    I probably stole that line, too.

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  • From greyflanel010@gmail.com@21:1/5 to All on Mon Jun 15 03:54:09 2020
    This was marching song in basic training(Army) 1961

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