Poem 144 – Of Bees

A billion words have been said of buzzing bees –
A fact which continues to mystify me,
Since while their humming bewitches me to peace,
They’re still so funnily fuzzy.

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Dear all,

This will never be one of my most beautiful poems, but I promised a poem today, and have provided this verse. Ultimately, it was prompted by the realisation that, if they had no stings, I would gladly stroke a bee.

Kind regards,

The Hapless Neo-Romantic.

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