When you crawl out of unpadded cell
And they tell you to work like hell
You must clean up the place
Using only your face
Fanning wings to keep down the smell
When the best of your jointed life
Is being the fat queen's mid wife
Pressing wax out your vent
Expansion's latest event
Keeping calm to avoid crowded strife
Time will come when the bug eyed master
Will order you out to the pasture
Go gather nectar for honey
The bee kind of money
Your wings break down even faster
Your feet feel the softness of petals
You can always fly over the nettles
Run your tongue down racemes
Be alone with your dreams
Your hard work rewarded with medals
The flowers you work are your beauty
Frequenting gardens is now a duty
You crawl hibiscuses skirt
For that delicious squirt
Golden sheen making you the cutie
If you fly to the highest tree
To see how far you can see
Fold a leaf for a snooze
Disappear for a cruise
No one will miss you
but me...
Author notes
See contest for bee's eye view of flower
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Sru2N25rbE&feature=related
Michael Bolton wants to Bee a (soul) provider!
A contest entry
- Deep Thinkers Picture Prompt #1 by delightfulmess.
1800 points, ended September 2, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Limericks, anyone?
Comments
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LOL very entertaining visuals you have given us readers here.
sensational ending as well... Simply adored this one. thank you for entering my contest. and also for you patience .

Delila


