Consider first the humble bees,
who do God's work upon their knees,
when nuzzling deep in dewy laps
and drinking deep of scented saps,
they softly spread the potent germ
that brings each rose to its full term.
So 'tis bees who seed that fragrant breed
that man's coarse nostrils can't but heed.
This brings us to a second thought,
which seems to be so deeply fraught
with portent for our universe.
Could God's intent be so perverse?
what number of bees do you suppose is
****ed when sucked up people's noses?
For Andrea's Show Me The Funny (part two)