Dialogue (imagine you are hearing it – it makes slightly more sense).
Grae: There are no Bs in Alaska.
Audience Member: There aren’t?
Aud: How do you know that?
Grae: Jane told me.
Aud: How does ‘she’ know?
Grae: I don’t know; Alaska.
(To Jane) Jane?
Jane: What about it?
Grae: Any ‘Bs’ in Alaska?
Jane: No; definitely no Bs in Alaska;
not a one!
Grae: Okay, thanks Jane.
Jane: You’re welcome.
Grae (To Aud): No, definitely no Bs in Alaska.
Posted in Bee
Tagged #apiarist, #bee, #Hive
Ode to a Bee
One can only
That you are a flier
When with your wing to body ratio,
Aloft, you shouldn’t go
Than me, you know.
A bee, queuing in B&Q,
Hurt his wing and had to be taken to A&E, you see.
When he, the bee, got to A&E (B-Wing, of course)
He had to wait, as it was a hive of inactivity;
The bee waited…
And the bee, he, became exasperated.
“I don’t want to cause a buzz;
Or make a fuss;
But, I have ‘been’ waiting for hours,
‘Four’ hours to ‘be’ precise – as I am won’t to ‘be!’ ”
“Be patient!” They said “Don’t make a scene; you will be seen soon!”
“I ‘am’ a bee patient; I have been patient, I will ‘be’ patient: and. as they say in old Latin: ‘Cebee Healbe, Byebyebee!’
(He ‘was’ an educated son of a bee.)
Eventually, he (the bee) was treated and allowed to ‘be’ discharged.
But, after that, I don’t know what bee-came of him.
Que sera, sera!