The Bees Knees
The Bees Knees
She was the buzz between the feathery blossom
The flutter midst buds and petals in cloak of fur
Rapturously delving the gene laden pollen
To trap the powdery wonder upon her hairy legs
And transfer to elsewhere blooms of Summer
Reveling in its dizzying smells and peaceful hue
Nectar sated in this golden seasonal time
She must return to face the chores and feed her chums
To sweep and clean and oust the dead
Create a pristine nursery for the queen
And build a perfect wax work cell
Where stored supplies of hand maiden honey
And jelly that feeds the nest, creates a queen
Her days are short and action packed
And cannot remain when her energy’s spent
She flees her lair in one final fixed resolve
Relieves the hive from her expended body
To soar the heights and taste the dregs of summer days
And grasp the hazy blooms from better days
Relive their perfumed air and colored leaves
In one final blend of oblivion
Oh Despair, Despair (to tune ke sera)
When I had grown and reached an age
I did a job expected of me
Would I be rich and earn a good wage
This is what I would be
I became a nurse
Not much in my little purse
The teaching was hard as well
Couldn’t wait for the bell
Didn’t feel that well
If I had had my life again
I might have been a car engineer
Do my own service, fix an old van
Save me a bob or three
Oh the car repair
Can be for the women too
With grease and grime in their hair
See the motor improved
Get the car on the move
Now that I am all grown up
no mum to tell me what I should do
I continue as very hard up
That’s no surprise at all
Oh the nurse’s job
The teacher’s as well you see
The money is not a lot
That’s the end of the jot
That’s the lot, the lot.
Copyright © Rose Johnson | Year Posted 2018
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