A surfeit of lampreys (or the like).

A surfeit of lampreys (or the like).

An excess of chevrons

were bending my ear

about some irksome subject

or another;

followed by a queue

of bees – not your average, run-of-the-mill

B&Q bees, these were your white rose bees –

bees that only supped from the cup

of the white rose of York.

As Richard the Third never once said:

‘I’ve seen a horse fly!’

Well, these bees thought that they were the bees’ nizz.

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