Queen Bee
You may think it's cushy sat here on my throne
But life at the top bears a price of its own.
For though I get fed with delectable jelly
Just look what it's done to my poor royal belly!
My once waspish waist was the talk of the hive
Yet now I'm too fat for the jitterbug jive!
And gone are the pleasures of starry-eyed dating;
My days are now tied up with multiple mating!
Feel sorry for hens popping two eggs a day?
Well this dame has more than one thousand to lay.
And last but not least in this long fulmination,
They call me a queen but there's no coronation!
So should you still think that in life I regale
You might well receive a sharp sting from my tail!
03/09/18
Personification of an insect contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Bee Creative Poetry Contest
Sponsor -Matt Caliri
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