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an enormously ambitious bumble bee
refused to help her hive with the royal jelly
she flew away and was now wild and free
settling in the Ozark Mountains of Tennessee
She loved bluegrass music and slapping of a knee
squatted in a hickory and there was no fee
her neighbor’s muscle car was from the Grand Prix
She was delighted to see this in Tennessee
Her new roommate was a lively chickadee
the art they used was made by handsome Paul Klee
a convict found them and begged to live in their tree
it was the first argument if you ask Lee or me
convict arrived anyway with his wife Merry Dee
His wife was a llama, he was a brown monkey
welcome new friends, said the loving chickadee
his wife was not happy; she could not climb the tree.
Geology and biology are both to me
Confusing studies that are more than weirdly wee
artistic sands of the beach by the sea
speaks to thee, and speaks to me
I like astrology, darling, hungry chickadee
it makes me feel wild and free
giving me hope for a space odyssey
obscure, familiar, darling better-than-astronomy
Wow! Here come that crazy General Lee
over Atlanta's horizon, as I can see
the Civil war, how can this be?
History, baby, history
a chimpanzee beside a coconut tree
he’d better let me be, said Annabelle Lee
Poe’s protagonist, at twenty-three
She makes me think of poetry
As far as my arthritic left knee can see
I hear from my artistic friend Paul Klee
His canvases are expensive, as can be
Glad I am to pay his fee
Life is fun, good times are free
I live by the sea with my paul, Flea
Who has a habit of saying “gee”
add my donkey, and we are three
While viewing a painting I liked by Paul Klee,
A docent-in-training came over to me.
Can I ask you some questions, if you wouldn’t mind,
About “Old Married Couple,” as she’d been assigned.
I told her the woman appeared to berate
Her husband, who seemed to accept this as fate.
His eyes, closed or downcast, displayed on his face
Resignation, as if he’d accepted his place.
The trainee, amused, didn’t say I was wrong
But her script sang a very much different-type song.
The husband was sleeping, the wife, sitting near,
Gazed with tenderness - how it was meant to appear.
I called to my husband to see what he thought
And he gave me the answer that I would have sought.
He agreed with my take, all the proof that we’d need
That we sure are an “old married couple” indeed.