The Bushy Creek Spring Makers Market is the call
Poetry and bee motels selling on our stall
busking in daylight
fireside songs at night
Camped out for two days we're gonna have a ball
Call them bee motels cause we don't drink alcohol
different native bees are sealing up a hole
young ones will hatch out
adults will buzz about
Collect pollen and nectar in nature that's their role
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yellow dust attack~
ACHOO! My nose declares war
spring's harsh confetti
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A sneeze hangs in the air like a threat,
while the oak tree chuckles in yellow confetti.
My car wears a coat of guilty dust,
proof of spring's indecent proposal.
Bees wobble home drunk on sunshine,
and I—nose tickling, eyes weeping~
am the unwilling audience
to this botanical cabaret.
Signed: The Allergic Poet
The reason the old man was sneezin'
Was not just the pollen of season.
He wrote with a quill,
O, yes, he did still,
Which ever his nostrils was teasin'.
Light skates across her dreamy eyes,
Where stubble-faced strangers drift and pass,
Long and lone, they glimmer past,
Darker shadows of yesteryore.
Into the night she walks, no fright,
Through the lonely shades of winding streets,
Ornating the night with her scents,
Drawing lingering pollen bees.
As the lights slowly fade and low,
She loses faith in lucky draws,
For a morsel of fleeting bread,
Her longing eyes drift back home.
At last, a motor roars and hums,
A ghost of wealth gliding past,
Along the way to nightly feasts,
While silent eyes still long for home.
Pollen count is king this week
My eyes are red and they leak
Coughing and sneezing everywhere
King pollen count is never fair
flowers bloom in brilliant hues~flirt with bumblebees powdered with pollen
milder days and nights
more frequent pollen showers
newly built bird nests
pollen in the air
yellow dust on everything
a true springtime sight
soft balmy weather
dandelions are popping
pollen everywhere
sub standard, expect
wrong eyes and damaged
no checks
judged and jealous
at being the difference
you couldn't fill us
without my sanctity
i'd swallow
and until it bends
im the pillow
it bites and i learn to cry
hunting my own mountains
she will have learned saying goodbye's
goodbye's the way i see
one day i can learn to breath
hates the day i ran my mouth down
down to the inner city
then he went a gave up
drinking all the garbage
sips out of his dirty gulp's
freelancing ain't what you hear from
it's earth, sun
remember she aint your mum
call me out, outside into the dirty fields to run
(To be sung to Cruella DeVil from Disney's 101 Dalmatians)
Pollina DeVil. Pollina DeVil.
She ensures that her pollen
Makes you feel ill.
She wants you to buy
Her allergy pills.
Pollina. Pollina.
She loves seeing your
Money fill her till.
Payments to Pollina DeVil.
She's found a way to make
And spread fake pollen.
She loves to hear you cough
And see you sneeze.
Your red and itchy eyes,
More products you will buy.
High pollen counts
Floating in the breeze.
This selfish skunk,
She markers her map.
She plans where to hide them
Then set off each trap.
This villain must pay
The peoples compo bill.
Pollina. Pollina DeVil.
Ballerina barre bob, white stocking wings whir
Mushroom plume tutu trails translucent steam
Sticky foot pick ups signal patient Spring’s stir
Pollen swollen coconut tip tongues crop cream
Statue branches pop rabbit ears amazement
Magnolia ruby tuxedo tucks ruffle ivory shirt
Wasps whisper, biscuit sugar stored fragrant
Whimsical wizard voila Iced VoVo for dessert
Tinkerbell petals tender invite insects parched
Peter Pan aeroplane dive in opioid pond drone
Champagne flutes etch a marigold moustache
Bon voyage hibernate, heavy hive honeycomb
Buzz! Botanical I’m back!
20th Royal Jelly July
drifting pollen swathes
golden contours round wood’s edge
fox cubs investigate
always have a thirst
solve pollen which is the worst
practiced and rehearsed
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