Girl Bee [Larger] by an Unknown Artist
What Will I Bee?
What will I bee?
A little bit of wee?
An insignificant tee,
or a knat you can't see?
Buzzing around the biz,
trying to take a whiz,
exclaiming geewhiz,
my stats are so diz.
Trying to suck a flower,
at this late great hour,
to make my bed or bower,
no longer in my power.
Struck by the great disease,
try to put my ducks at ease.
Sucker's so hard to please,
as I drink the blood of bees.
So if you want to be a fairy,
and flutter around poems airy,
of this bee, be very wary,
for the stinger I carry.
For it may, "float like a butterfly,
and sting like a bee." But,
my sting is softer just for thee.
Rhymes without reason of late,
you may think they're trash, or great.
But the bee made me open the gate,
open or closed, still makes rate.
So we leave this poem with a query,
are you lonely and so damned weary?
If so, don't be so damned leery,
when I call and you are so beery.
Copyright 2017 © Ronald W. Hull
9/15/17
Read this poem at my website here.
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Love ya!
Jane
Regis
and sting like a bee." But,
my sting is softer just for thee.
(One of the best from Muhammad Ali).
Your playing around with all these words just made me realize something. Do you suppose the little piggy who cried wee, wee, wee all the way home was actually about to use the bathroom and couldn't get anyone's attention? And the fact that he couldn't get anyone's attention made him cry. I wonder...
David Lee T.
at times we can be like that bee, buzzy and fuzzy, lol, enjoyed xo
and I can bee bad.
But your play on words,
was enjoyed by this lad.
When my eyes are a little bleary,
All I do is forever at the bee leer,
I scare it away so I can straight steer...:) -e-