If I were a bee
In a hive full of honey
I'd want to spend all my time
Eating the heavenly sweetness
But alas! Duty calls
So I've to relinquish
And go do chores
Serving the queen
I roam and roam
All day long
When I reach home
I launch into a song
For I've done my work
Buzzing from flower to flower
Collecting without consuming
Annoying a random stranger
Now it's time for my deserts
All the bees assemble
To get their respective desserts
I get mine, a happy bowl full
Now I rest
For I would need it
When I'd go on another quest
I lay now, my mouth still sweet...
Author's Note
Imagination is a powerful power.
Just imagine being a beautiful bee in a beehive.
What'd you do? How'd you spend your day? Would you be an obedient li'l bee, serving the Queen? Or would you be rebellious and lazy?
P.S. <not sure if that's what I shud use here>
anyone notice the 'deserts' nd 'desserts'?? yup, it wasn't a typo; if you know the meaning of both, you'd understand the reference ;]
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Wayward Thoughts
PoetryWell wielded words work wonders. ~ Wayward thoughts expressed through lines that rhyme ~ "..We fall in and out of love, Run in and out of time. We are Survivors, With nagging scars And half empty jars. We are Survivors. "
