A welcome sting!

There's a bee in my bonnet
that's yellow with envy
'cuz you are my honey.
I love you; you love me.
Won't you please . . . give me a buzz?
I'll fly into your arms,
succomb to your sweet charms.
I've been hot, been a'flappin' . . .
cooling my honeycomb;
waitin' until you're home.
You've the stripes I condone.
That bee has circled 'round me
stinging my little buns and
swelling them close to implode.
Best hurry home let I explode,
stung hooters are a load . . .
(uplifting, they both 'show')
seeing is believing.
That bee in my bonnet made
me become statuesque--
certain parts were its' quest.
It buzzes in victory . . .
so must be quite the male bee
searching for his hive, queen.
He's given me 'rise', sheen.

Just in the door, you squish my bee.
"Hon, look what he's done for me, thee?
That bee gave me these jugs."

"Does CPR revive bugs?"