Bedeviled By Bees
Folks refer to grand times as “bees knees”
But I am often bedeviled by bees
I take one step out the door
Approached by a flying hoard
Stand motionless, so still, afraid to sneeze
But if they land upon an arm or leg
I split my shell like a hard-boiled egg
Bedeviled I jitterbug
An energetic spark plug
The hive is abuzz like a powder keg
I’ve no clue why they’re attracted to me
There is no reason that I can foresee
In woods or on the beach
If you hear somebody screech
It’s me pleading with bees for mercy
Copyright © Diane Locksley | Year Posted 2010
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment