A honey bee that left her nest
Only when she felt at her best
She chanced upon a fragrant flowers
Prolific with the rarest nectar
It was a nectar, profusely sweet
Upon tasting it, she hesitated to retreat
Every time she fed from it
Her face was brightly lit
She started hunting for more pollen
But, the flower chose to stay hidden
This made her angry and sullen
Her missing friend, she would summon
When the flower came to sight
The bee would cling to it so tight
Until she enjoyed it’s sweetness to her fill
With a glee, the flower stayed still
It began enjoying the bee’s hiss
Thrilling like a champagne’s fizz!
Leave a Reply