Three Little Birds
Original post 5/6/17
Rose up this morning.
It was a tortured nights no rest, no peace in sight.
Smiled at the Rising Sun.
Oh how I wish I could. But I'm tired and hurt and that sound coming from outside.
Three Little Birds besides my doorstep.
Why, why, why, must it always be my house!
Singing Sweet songs. A melody pure and true.
Don't they understand I'm in pain? Don't they see I'm inconsolable?
Singing, This is my message for you, you, you.
Ah, now where did I leave it? That's right, in the closet.
Don't worry about a thing.
You are soo right!
Cuz every little thing is goanna be alright.
BLAM! BANG! BOOM!.....
Today's poetic story will be told with the help of my never met friend Bob Marley. Enjoy.
Rose up this morning.
It was a tortured nights no rest, no peace in sight.
Smiled at the Rising Sun.
Oh how I wish I could. But I'm tired and hurt and that sound coming from outside.
Three Little Birds besides my doorstep.
Why, why, why, must it always be my house!
Singing Sweet songs. A melody pure and true.
Don't they understand I'm in pain? Don't they see I'm inconsolable?
Singing, This is my message for you, you, you.
Ah, now where did I leave it? That's right, in the closet.
Don't worry about a thing.
You are soo right!
Cuz every little thing is goanna be alright.
BLAM! BANG! BOOM!.....
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Please be here next time. When me and Mr. Marley discuss the Sheriff and Deputy. Who I did, and did not shoot.
I woke up to this one. I couldn't stop laughing. Good stuff dad.
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