Caren Krutsinger Poet Monorhyme

Swarm of Honey Bees Came To Call

A swarm of honey bees came to call.
In form of an elongated brown ball.
They soon backed me up hard against a wall.
I swear that swarm appeared to be two foot tall!

I thought they wanted to start a giant brawl.
I screamed for my next door neighbor, tiny Paul.
He yelled, “You really have some gall!”
Backwards he began to swiftly back up and crawl.

I gave those bees my favorite Barbie doll.
I had bought her at the Honey Bee Mall.
When they figured out I was trying to stall.
They surrounded me like an angry shawl.

You can’t hurt me. I was born in a caul!
I fought courageously as I started to fall.
They chased me to the French Legion Hall.
Where police were having their annual ball.

I watched those coppers run away that fall.
Screaming like banshees, and my neighbor Paul.
It became a huge, giant, ridiculous brawl.
But I was safe, for I hid behind a retaining wall.

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L Milton Hankins November 6, 2021 at 8:52 PM My friend, Shane, keeps honey bees. Their farm is called Sweet Bee Gardens. He actually goes and collects swarms when people tell them they have one. He seldom gets stung. He says honey bees won't sting unless you really aggravate them. I can see where you might have done that, Caren. Your favorite Barbie doll? They only allow one queen to a hive or swarm. Do you all have bee hives???? Caren Krutsinger November 7, 2021 at 3:10 AM My dad used to have bee hives; bee houses; he loved it.