An Ode to spring

This poem was written by Mary C. Johnson age 93 of Southfield Nursing home, for a thanks to a doctor that saved her from a disease.

The sun was shining brightly,
And I could hardly wait,
To raise my breakfast window,
And gaze upon God’s estate.

The breeze was blowing gently,
And it brushed the flowers away,
All the nature was enchanting,
Upon this lovely day.

My eyes fell upon a little bird,
With a tender yellow bill,
Who was merrily chirping,
Upon my windowsill.

I smiled at him and cheerfully,
Held forth a crust of bread,
Then quickly closed the window,
And smashed his fuckin’ head.

This joke is filed under Medical.