The Copulating Bees
THE COPULATING BEES
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
He Was Supposedly Diligently at Work, I’m in a Scare
If He Catches Me Naked, God: Where’s My Underwear
In His Home with His Wife My Life, He’ll Not Spare
So I Go out the Window Naked: and Saying a Prayer
We Both Were Convinced He’d Not Discover the Affair
He Had Come Home with Flowers to Show Her He Cared
As Her Lover I Was Complacent, but She Was Prepared
Who Was That Man in the Room and Bed We Shared?
Twas the Gardener, He Was Assaulted by Killer Bees
I Let Him in thru the Window, When He Screamed Please
He Was Covered with Bees, on His Face, in His Nose
His Only Relief Was to Shed All of His Clothes
Closed My Eyes, Being Not Aware of His Naked Pose
Shaking His Pants Violently, He Aroused the Bees
In an Instant He Was Covered from Head to Knees, in Bees
On the Bed He Tried to Cover Himself with the Sheets
Then out the Window Clothes in Hand as He Retreats
The Bees Followed Him out Not a Single One Stayed
Honey, Did this Happened Before or after You Got Laid?
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