Tag Archives: #bees

Company Bee

The bees do keep me company,

whilst I potter in the garden;

they bimble about,

as do I,

and when we meet,

it’s, ‘I beg your pardon.’

and we both bimble on

as before.

Bees – and which bee they be.

There was this bee

identification chart

showing what was a bee

and what was another bee

(it didn’t show what was not a bee,


it gave me ten examples

of what bee it was

when a bee I did see –

all very useful to a D like me.

So, next time I am in the garden,

doing a bit of D I Me,

and I see a bee,

I shall be grabbing desperately

for my chart to see,

what is the name of the bee

that is currently bothering me.

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.

Llamas in the Bahamas?

Not a real image.

Not a real image.

There are no bees in the Pyrenees
There are no llamas in the Bahamas
These may not be true
they are just what I think
but if it’s all the same to you
I will continue to think things like these
and the truth of things, I eschew.

The Plight of the Humble Bumble-Bee Keeper!

A selection of British Bee-Keepers.

A selection of British Bee-Keepers.

Keeper of the Bees

It is now time, once again, to spare a thought for the plight of the humble, bumble-bee-

It was only a decade ago that we thought that British bee-keepers were a dying breed. Numbering fewer than 8,000 in number (and not all of those with a mating capacity) and declining slowly and surely into the endangered species category, there seemed no hope for them.

However, numbers have increased (perhaps due to an enforced mating programme) and at last count there were 25,000+ with the promise of a healthy increase in numbers for the future.

The British Bee-Keeper (descended from Apiarists) is a sturdy, hardy sort and their stubbornness has, at least in part, seen them safely ensconced in British gardens for years to come.

A Bee Poem


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 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!

The Plight of the Humble B