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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