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IT'S A BEE'S LIFE

IT’S A BEE’S LIFE
I flit about from flower to flower, Cross-pollinating, hour after hour. All the plants rely on me. They can’t make love like you and me. Each day I cover many a hectare, Collecting many a pint of nectar, Before I return to the buzzing hive With food to keep us all alive. But the food is not just for ourselves. It helps to fill the grocer’s shelves. For half of what we bees produce Is syphoned off for human use. So spare a thought for us poor bees. Imagine what our life’s like please. Twenty thousand in one house, Excuse me if I have a grouse. No chance of quiet relaxation. A constant buzz of conversation Deafens us from dusk till dawn. Sometimes I wish I’d not been born. I yearn for a bit of peace and quiet And even perhaps a change of diet. So I’ve hatched a plan, a new ambition, Departing from the bee’s tradition. I’m saving hard, selling jars of honey And when I’ve saved sufficient money, The other bees will find I’ve flown And bought a new hive of my own. 26th May 2022 Bee Creative poetry contest Sponsor - Matt Calari

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