Honies Poem by Lamar Cole

Honies

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He was busy as a bee.
Looking at all the pretty girls that he could see.
Whistling at all the ones that came his way.
Made it such a beautiful day.
He knew that he had it made.
Seeing all the honies on parade.

Monday, March 12, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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Rini Shibu 12 March 2018

Boys love to whistle at pretty girls and like bee buzz behind..Good one

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