Beehave
Two bees, speed date on the phone
One’s a queen, and me I’m a drone
Her hive’s empty, she’s feeling alone
Ask’s me over, to make some clones
I went buzzing, in the twilight zone
My stinger’s pointed, so well honed
When I arrived, she lay there prone
A hornet had ripped her to the bone
I took over, put my ex on the throne
Life’s a honeypot, I will never atone
Bee Creative Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
20/06/22
Copyright © David Kavanagh | Year Posted 2022
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