Two Bee Or Two Bee

Two bee or not two bee
swarming bout me bed
I swear for sure I swatted one
I sure hope she is dead

Oh no she must have gotten me
just below my ear
the swelling it is rising
and I don't think I can hear

I run right to the bathroom
into the medicine chest
grabbed my trusty epipen 
and stab that little pest

Oh wait did I get that wrong
was that shot supposed to bee for me
i don't know what I'm doing
and now I can barely even see

The bee is still a buzzing
louder than before
it seems he is getting closer
I run out and shut the door

Tripped in a pile of laundry
fell flat upon my face
blood has started to trickle
and my head is in a daze

Oh why didn't I close that window
for sure by now I'd be fast asleep
dreaming of happily ever afters
and not lying here in this heap
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Salehi Avatar
November 12, 2016 at 10:05 AM
Next time do the waggle dance....
Murray Avatar
November 10, 2016 at 11:01 AM
When you mentioned two bees, it reminded me of a joke my father told once, about a man in a Scottish boarding house. One morning, there was honey for breakfast. He said to the landlady,"I see you keep a bee."
Flats Avatar
November 7, 2016 at 9:34 AM
Stung below the ear?//At least not on the rear.//swelling chance//too big for pants//btw, can you still hear? Good 'un Tim! Stabbing the beast with the epi!!! priceless
Trifiatis Avatar
November 7, 2016 at 9:18 AM
Haha, a good one my friend, Tim! I enjoyed the story, of course not because you were attached but of your fine narration!
Dietrich Avatar
November 6, 2016 at 6:42 PM
hmmm, sounds like someone with severe allergies to bee stings. This was cute. What made you think of it?
Dietrich Avatar
November 6, 2016 at 6:41 PM
Tim, the flavors you mentioned of seeds are good ones. My second flavor is ranch but since I found out all the horrible ingredients the flavors are loaded with, I have given them up for the sake of my health. Let me read your poem now.
Andresen Avatar
November 6, 2016 at 12:39 PM
- A small bites ... which makes terrible pain, Tim - Nice poem :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Onclaud Avatar
November 6, 2016 at 3:03 AM
stinging bees can cause a raucous!...i love your fun side, tim... do you have a big swatter?..huggs
Allison Avatar
November 5, 2016 at 6:43 PM
two bee or not two bee if they sting a fat lip is the answer:-( great poem Tim:-) hugs Jan xx
Chircop Avatar
November 5, 2016 at 3:51 PM
Hope its not a true story..Lol :)...Bees are defintely beautiful to admire...but from a distance...: ).You made me smile.
Smith Avatar
November 5, 2016 at 3:56 PM
I'm at my ex and she is fostering two puppies for a week until they are old enough to be adopted. The kitchen door is open since they are not trained yet and a few bees have gotten in the house.
Green Avatar
November 5, 2016 at 3:34 PM
This was cute Tim. Yes, closing the window would have been a good thing
Smith Avatar
November 5, 2016 at 3:56 PM
Yes..lol
Malenfant Avatar
November 5, 2016 at 2:49 PM
Very good!
Smith Avatar
November 5, 2016 at 3:57 PM
Thanks
Yvonne Avatar
November 5, 2016 at 1:55 PM
To fav or not to fav, this is so much fun, so full of wit and outright funny so to fav it isn't!
Smith Avatar
November 5, 2016 at 1:59 PM
Lol
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