Lacust a Queen Bee

a soft humming sound filled the kitchen with pure good workers were bringing in their loot in the middle of the hood their offspring were learning to be sharers, not takers the pot was filling up nicely with honeycomb by ardent makers the queen sat on her throne, listening to the humming drones she loved this feeling of superiority, as she wrote her glory poems why does she get to sit? one small bee complained to his dad. Shhh! The worker bee said sternly, not wanting her to feel bad. the queen was oblivious, writing away on her beachfront missive. A diva of royal breeding, these workers were invisible and dismissive. Her feelings were all about herself, which means her novel was a bust. She never gave the workers any credit at all, this stuck-up Queen LaCust.