A Bee and a Cardiologist

A bee and a cardiologist I have patched it up with my cardiologist I sent her one of my books and when I saw her apologised For my behaviour, and with my new eye I could see her clearly, but didn`t say so, I like to burrow my head in her wonderful hair. Sleep with her in a bed of feather till my heart is cured Told my wife I was in love with my doctor, She called me an idiot and said fetch the car while she Waited In the foyer as it was raining. I wonder why I`m so angry at time it is like having a bee Inside my head sting me to be unpleasant and shout At people, no point seeing a psychologist when An apiculturist might be cheaper to help me getting rid of The bee; if so, no more honey on my tongue