No Name Bee
I cannot fly high or fast
thought I would not last
I need new wings
what old age brings.
the office is my hangout
frequent flyer and know the route
am known as the dam bee
they spray and swat me
get no respect of my name
they hunt me down like game
I don’t get called bumble
am shooed about in a rumble
have looked online for wings
only found bee stings
called a bee keeper
only got his beeper
second hand shop had none
hope my life is not done
Pegasus has been my idol
but fame I’m not entitled
I was buzzing as a bee
flyer miles were free
now can’t get there
I’m doom I swear
just a walking bee now
oh, where art thou
always have been good
never stung, never would
one wing won’t do
I’d be in the stew
landing gear would snag
then put in a black bag
I’ll try to buzz around
may just hit the ground
opps, fell into a honey jar
now I won’t go far
got pulled out and put on the sill
someone showed me some goodwill
now when people ask about me
they say ‘oh, she was a honey of a bee’!!!!!
Copyright © Douglas Pederson | Year Posted 2019
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