Delicious Irony

I stumbled with hunger as my guide. I fell and pummeled the ground like rain from the sky. Getting up voices tried to plead with me. But I had no time to give, only to succeed. Ambitious was I to climb this mountain of life. Fruits of heaven were said to be in the clouds. My stomach turned at poverty, a ridiculous plight. I yearned for the good, ripe, benefits of the mound. Ha, how I would laugh when I get the gist of it. Who knew my mouth could reach my toe? I climbed to the peak just to take a sit, And watch the world from down below. Near the base a swarm of happy bees moved with silent grace. They swirled like honey in tea and drew a picture of a face. How funny would it be to drop rocks from this towering place. But 'twas the irony, all I really wanted was a taste.