Bees Are Beautiful

~ Frank Solanki

I was sleeping with an open mouth
A bee dropped by and headed south
Bees are beautiful
I can feel her now inside of me
She’s flying around my kidney
Bees are beautiful
Bees are intelligent
I’m sure she has a lot of brains
She is controlling all my veins
Bees are beautiful
Bees are intelligent
More beautiful and intelligent
She is making me do things
If I refuse, the brute stings
Bees are beautiful
Bees are intelligent
More beautiful and intelligent
Than any man
She now controls my right hand
She wrote a poem. Did you understand?

Published by Frank Solanki

Making the world a better place one poem at a time.

96 thoughts on “Bees Are Beautiful”

  35. Clever.

    I sat a squat nearby a lake,
    between my legs, a slithering snake.
    Those hot tamales of last night’s fling,
    burned a squirt, inflamed brown ring.
    The reptile spied the fetid cave,
    and made to breach, myself its slave.
    The squirming now has settled down,
    But from my mouth a hissing sound.

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