RE: The Tunnel of Life
May 27, 2020 at 6:56 pm
(This post was last modified: May 27, 2020 at 6:57 pm by BrianSoddingBoru4.)
Ode To A Bee, by BrianSoddingBoru4, AKA BSB, AKA Boru, AKA Leonidas Heppelmeyer
I was sitting in the garden
Wearing my sequined speedo
And gumboots.
Not a care in the worlds.
Chomping on a fresh nectarine
In the manner of the Scythians
Who could teach us so much
But we rarely listen.
Suddenly, I felt a jab
Near my middle.
I doubled over and
Spied my bellybutton.
It was all puffed out
Instead of all puffed in.
And it was covered by
A battered fuselage.
Poor bee.
He meant me no harm.
He just ran
Out of fuel.
Boru
I was sitting in the garden
Wearing my sequined speedo
And gumboots.
Not a care in the worlds.
Chomping on a fresh nectarine
In the manner of the Scythians
Who could teach us so much
But we rarely listen.
Suddenly, I felt a jab
Near my middle.
I doubled over and
Spied my bellybutton.
It was all puffed out
Instead of all puffed in.
And it was covered by
A battered fuselage.
Poor bee.
He meant me no harm.
He just ran
Out of fuel.
Boru
‘I can’t be having with this.’ - Esmeralda Weatherwax
