Treasure Island

Shannah Leigh

(August 1st 1995 / Edmonton)

The Little Bee


Once I saw a little bee, It was buzzing as humbly as can bee... I started to hum... and it sat on my thumb. Humming along with me. I had a flower, So I gave it to him and however. He gave it back to me. It flew in my room and as I assumed. It wanted to stay with me. I made it a little bed and than it said. Thank you now may I go to bed. We both laid down and the bee was buzzing as it lay in bed in my room by me.

I Know This Is Cheesy!
Shannah - xoxo

Submitted: Monday, December 29, 2008
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  • Allen Steble (12/29/2008 10:12:00 PM)

    not cheesy at all besides it is a light hearted positive poem, a rarity these days so i give it 10 for a lovely experience take care :) (Report) Reply

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