Darlene Walsh

Gold Star - 5,590 Points (1994 / Philadelphia)

Blue Sees A Bee - Poem by Darlene Walsh

I see a bee, I must catch the bee
Bee is bug, all bug are for me
Must get the bee, before it flee
I chase it here, as you can see
I chase it there before it's free

But Darla says no, no to bee
Bee is not bug, Blue let it be
Eat not the bee, let it be free
But get it I must, bug it be
Bee is bug, all bug are for me

No bee for Blue, no bee for you
Bee is not bug, Blue can't you see
Hurt you it will, if catch the bee
Leave the bee be, let bee be free
No bee for Blue, says Darla on knee

Buzz here buzz there, buzz buzz near tree
Bee is bug, it must not be free
Bug it is, all bug are for me
One snap of teeth, and no more free
Quick I am, quicker I must be

But Darla says no, no to bee
Darla knows best, knows bug from bee
I want bug fast, bee is a bug
But Darla say no, no bee for me
Darla knows best, bee will be free

Now time for belly rub
A belly rub for me

Topic(s) of this poem: pet

Comments about Blue Sees A Bee by Darlene Walsh

  • Gold Star - 17,290 Points Bri Edwards (11/21/2015 10:59:00 PM)

    which one gets the belly rub? Darla or Blue? not Bee!

    i'm sure i've read this and i would assume i left a comment. are you saving my comments in a special place? ? !

    love it. to MyPoemList and would love to have it in a showcase someday. bri :) (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 16,849 Points John Westlake (12/27/2014 9:23:00 PM)

    Is Blue the name of a dog or a cat? ? I am thinking cat, be can't be sure. It does not matter either way, this poem does not deserve the rating it has been given. It is better than a 1 and we know that. This is actually a more fun read than many. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 31 Points Susan Sparks (4/26/2014 5:39:00 PM)

    Such a cute poem. When I was little I was walking down the sidewalk and came upon a beehive in the ditch which for some reason was left by the local beekeeper. One of the bees decided to chase me all the way to my Grandpa's house. When I got there, it promptly stung me. That bee was not for me! But bees are beautiful and necessary, and it's such a shame that pesticides and whatever else is killing them out. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 7, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, March 7, 2014

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