Christopher Ryan Poems
|1.||Lo! Vespers Whisper||11/27/2007|
|2.||Cry To The Trees||11/28/2007|
|3.||An Ode Unto Spacetime||11/30/2007|
|4.||The Badder Jocky||11/29/2007|
|6.||Ode To The Fungus On My Foot||11/28/2007|
|7.||Spare A Thought For The Cigarettes||11/28/2007|
|8.||The Flower And The Bee||11/27/2007|
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The Flower And The Bee
In meadows every afternoon,
About the time for tea,
The flowers listen to the tune
Sung by the bumblebee.
It sings them songs of other mates
That wait across the field,
Looking for potential dates
To make their pollen sealed.
It sings of joy and happiness,
Of love to make one sigh,
And all that rubbish sappiness
That makes the young girls cry.
In one such place, at one such time,
In one such reverie,
A flower listened to the rhyme
Of passing bumblebee.
“Hey ho! ” the bee called from the sky,
“You look the perfect match!...