Bougainvillea Tree Poem by Larry Schreckengost

By our back door, we have a bougainvillea tree
That presently holds a nest for three
I've named the avian parents Mood and Prude
Occasionally they can be kinda rude
Like all mockingbirds tending their brood

Evangelists from time to time
Would come to ring our doorbell chime
Ignoring my no trespassing sign
Trying to save this soul of mine

Religious tracts flying in the air
Mood would tangle in their hair
And Prude, she gave them such a scare
As I could not stop this affair
I encouraged the preacher to say a prayer

Now we have a neighbor across the street
That always visits when it's time to eat
I'm not saying she's a deadbeat
But I ain't running no damn retreat

It was not very nice, the way she'd fling
The empty tupperware that she'd bring
Mood would tangle in her hair
And Prude, she gave her such a scare
As I could not stop this affair
I encouraged her to eat elsewhere

I'd like to consult your expertise
What do you know about bougainvillea trees,
Do you think they could hold a family of bees?