L'abeille Poem by Armadillo Poet

L'abeille



All the buzzy way
Will dance rustically
Getting dusty
In the sticky
Of the clover.

But unless
You like
The taste
Of them there
Is no sweetness
Made from them.

So if you
Like the taste
Of honeyed gum,
You must learn
To take it from
A flightless ugly one

Or from across
The seas beg them
Send another one
Over.

Monday, September 26, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: animals
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