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 LimerickI Love it When you Call me KhaleesiYes, I Was Once Afraid of BeesObserving an Amish Family at the Gorilla EnclosureACROSTICS ‘R’ LAZYFor Michael on His Thirtieth Birthday: a LimerickPanda Loose in My Brain: a sound experiment in multi-syllabic rhymesI Did Not Need Malice to MurderThe Sleeping Prince of Rails: Or the Curious Death of Webster WagnerThen I Was Rechristened Gus

bonus gif of dumb bees