Back when I was afraid of bees
with a fear most grave and sober;
I would flinch when they’d flyover,
would shrink and beg my mother, “Please
let me stay inside away from these!”
Whining from May to October.
Yes, I was once afraid of bees
but now I see with eyes more sober
those drunkards begging on their knees
for one last sip from the clover
then stumbling home like hungover
bros blown back and forth in the breeze,
and I am no longer afraid of bees.
Other attempts at humor here on Moss Kingdom: You Violated Right-of-way: a rondel about how I hope you die in a fire., Spider Dream: a Limerick, I Love it When you Call me Khaleesi, Yes, I Was Once Afraid of Bees, Observing an Amish Family at the Gorilla Enclosure, ACROSTICS ‘R’ LAZY, For Michael on His Thirtieth Birthday: a Limerick, Panda Loose in My Brain: a sound experiment in multi-syllabic rhymes, I Did Not Need Malice to Murder, The Sleeping Prince of Rails: Or the Curious Death of Webster Wagner, Then I Was Rechristened Gus
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