Tag Archives: #BeKind

You had Me at …!

You’re not a Vegan,

and I don’t want to hear

the excuses you have;

the way you wheedle makes me cringe;

and the carnivorous greed,

that fuels your need

sickens me to the core

of my apple.

And, what’s more,

you must surely be aware by now

that you are killing them and yourself

by eating

that pig,

that chicken,

that cow.


Rosie Craddovk

saved a haddock,

kept it in her bath.


Laura Lee

rescued a flea,

a wompom, and a giraffe.


Richard Tippopotamus…

said he didn’t like animals.


Whether it’s wrong,

or whether it’s right,

less people adopt a black cat,

than adopt a white.


I’d just like to say,

‘The colour doesn’t matter,

just please rescue a poor cat today.’

King of the Bees



The King of the Bees!

You might not have heard a lot about me,

I’m not a well known bee;

but, on my throne,



am alone.

That’s the problem, you see;

I ‘am’ a mythological bee,

consigned to history,

as a legend,

a myth (not a moth, a myth)

a marvellous creature

that never existed.

Which is why

I have hereby enlisted

the majorly modern media medium



to establish my existence.

And, by avid persistence,

I shall regain my reign

as the leader of BeeKind.

Soon, my friends,

you will find

the Queen Bee


to a footnote in the mystery

of ancient Bee history.


‘KingBee, King of the Bees!’


“Your Majesty, if you please.”

Bee Kind

It isn’t difficult to be kind

to bee kind,

and you really don’t

have to be cruel

to gruel;

or leave a friend behind

when they are unable to find

a spring with which to unwind;

and many a worm will turn

from doing evil

to a passing weevil;

it’s not hard

to discard

the loyalty card

when it’s full to bursting,

in return for a Grecian urn,

if you are owed two,

or none at all

by a tall nun.

So, be kind,

and bee kind

will bee fine.