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Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Day the 22nd--Nature Poem--A Bee-utiful Story

So today's a Nature Poem. If you want to know what that is, land here.

The honey bee so fuzzy yellow
Is a natty sort of fellow

It works all day in orange sun
Buzzing flowers for its fun

Too bad it stopped off on my shirt
A smashing hand with which to flirt

Now it's gone to meet its doom
I sweep its guts up with a broom

I'm sorry little honey bee
That Mr. Yellow messed with me.
© 2014 by H. Linn Murphy

1 comment:

  1. It's that dang stinger. If they weren't so likely to use it, we'd be less likely to smash them. Oops