Being Jilted By Gall
Absolute happiest hive was wuzzing and buzzing
The cousins are coming whispered our queen bee Luzzing
She rarely gets this excited, knowing her duty to the crown.
We were all polishing her honey combs, sideways without a frown.
The cousins did not come often, being from Nebraska and all.
Last time they were here I had been smitten with my third cousin Gall.
Those huskers are tricksters, the queen bee said to me bursting my glee.
This time Gall arrived with his bride and honey babies numbering three.
I was shocked, for we had seen Gall and his folks just two years ago, right?
I tried to like his new bride, but she buzzed with a mean kind of bite.
Luzzing saw I was unhappy, so she let me fly off to Ioway.
Terrific journey; I met a much more handsome bee along the way.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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