My head is spinning so fast it will not stop,
It's whizzing around like a spinning top.
My brain is buzzing like a bee,
I'm going so fast I cannot see.
I feel so tired I want to drop.
At picnics Sue's legs are akimbo
No panties, but Sue ain't no bimbo
It keeps pesky flies
Landing on our pies
Our days out are never in limbo!
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A silver spider spied a golden fly,
and to it most amorously did sigh:
"O most glorious of flies!
What fine wings you have, what eyes!
No earthly thing shows beauty more.
I shall weave in silver thread
a garb for you, a vestment fair,
that we be forever wed,
a common destiny to share.
I in you, and you in me,
O how happy we shall be.
You shall be my metaphor.
To you I'll pose reality."
"I'm sure what moves you is benign,"
the fly replied in dulcet tone.
"Yet I regretfully decline
your offer of a common home.
My gold is - like your silver - pure,
and may such purity endure,
for purity, if once alloyed,
as sure as fate must be destroyed.
To sun and moon it was decreed
not fusion but duality
should constitute reality.
Cohabitation I debar!
I shall admire you - from afar!"
If I were a bee
With only one bite
I’d consider very carefully
Your most suitable site
Should I go round
Should I go flat
Or perhaps should I go for
What I’m looking straight at
Contrary to what
You may feel about me
My sting is in fact
A gratuity
It’s not out of malice
Or anger or hate
But a small memento
Of my psychological state
Depending of course
On the part that I choose
Will determine the passion
With which I infuse
So don’t be afraid
So don’t run away
As nature proclaims
I have to obey
Injecting my venom
In your delectable part
Is merely a cue
For me to depart
And when I am gone
And you tend to your sore
Remember my buzz
Which before you’d ignore
You see that’s all I can really do
For everything else, I haven’t a clue
A sting or a buzz, if only you knew
It’s not about me, it’s all about you.