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
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson
