A 🐝 Bee Day?
Is there such a thing
as a 🐝 Bee Day?
A day when the humble 🐝 bee
is treated like royalty?
If not, there should 🐝 be:.
And today is that day
the twentieth of May
when every 🐝 bee has its day.
Do bees have flees
around for afternoon teas
on the patio?
Is there one flea
to every bee,
or is it in a different ratio.
That was a visual rhyme –
in case you were wondering;
and before you go
thundering off to the poetry police
to report a poetry injustice.
Fleas, can then invite bees back
for a tasty snack.
That’s how Nature works.
beeS
bUzz
eNjoying
lavenDer
And
whYnot.
When there’s a bee in your beer
please remove it;
I know you’ll be left with an ‘r’,
but I think that is better by far.
If there’s a bee in your ear,
and it’s not that easy to hear;
well, that’s a different matter altogether.
She walked across the park
in her yellow dungarees,
which were embroidered so prettily
with a hundred bumble bees;
busily buzzing around
a hundred lavender trees.
Seven bees set out, one day,
to cross the seven seas;
they’d read about it in a book,
and they had a life of ease;
no work to do, no shifts to fill,
and they all had holiday leave to take ,
and the spirit of adventure,
that their mother did Instill.
.
For they were seven brothers,
who had not seven brides;
they sought for worlds to conquer,
to swim against all tides;
and when the Sun shone on them,
they felt a mighty stirring,
to travel to all the ends of the Earth,
and see what was occurring.
TBC?
The bees circling the lavender
lend a subtle droning irony to the day;
Dopplering here,
Dopplering there,
and buzzing about
like they don’t have a care.
Oh to be a bee,
or not to be a bee?
A fly asked itself one day,
‘To fly or not to fly?’
and then chose to fly.
A bee, on the other hand,
would ask whether,
‘To Bee or not to Bee?’
Beecause Bees
have that much more gravitas.
The Bee sat upon the Flower
for just under an hour,
which was longer than usual, by far;
The Bee sang a song,
the Flower sang along,
(she joined in the chorus, ‘La la!’)
.
When the Bee flew away,
it was a much duller day,
thought the Flower, with a sigh and a tear;
‘but Bees must buzz on,
and the memory’s not gone’,
thought the Flower,
‘and the song was so lovely to hear.’
.
Then she sang the chorus
of that song once again,
much quieter than before,
and she sang it to all those that passed
in the Sun and the rain,
it could softly be heard
all day long, until night fell at last.
.
‘La la,
la la,
la la…’
Graeme Sandford 