Following The Queen's Rules On The Trapping Of Flies Poem by Ted Sheridan

Where did she go?
That crazy bitch with the mad bee in her bonnet…
Why just the other day she was in here buzzing about something
Someone, somehow,
Had pissed her off once more and she was really fuming
All wild and crazy like…
With her frizzy gray hair in a mad woman's hive
Strung out on caffeine and ranting like a wildebeest in heat
She struggled to provoke me into the fire
Putting forth the theory that I was someone who should care
Over some events which had only recently transpired
In her little substance abuser therapeutic forum
Where she and the girls will meet every week
Get drunk and irreverent
And then proceed to hack the men up into little pieces…

But me, an obvious sociopath...and not a beekeeper
Just keeps laying down the honey…

2007 © T Sheridan