Treasure Island

Ben Gieske


The Honey Bee


Man: Mr. Bee, I have a question
Bee: I’m busy.
Man: Now please be nice.
Bee: Ha!
Man: Didn’t they tell you?
Bee: Who?
Man: Your co-workers, I presume.
Bee: We’re too busy.
Man: They were here just yesterday.
Bee: So?
Man: All the honey is gone.
Bee: I know what I’m doing.
Man: But, wouldn’t there be a better place?
Bee: You’re interfering.
Man: Just trying to help you save time.
Bee: What’s time?
Man: Doing wasteful things takes time.
Bee: Ha!
Man: Will I see you tomorrow?
Bee: Who knows about tomorrow?

- July 12,2008

Submitted: Friday, July 18, 2008

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  • Kesav Easwaran (7/24/2008 8:00:00 AM)

    a honey poem this...you can not express the importance of time in our lives in a better way...ten grade (Report) Reply

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