Love Is In The Air. Poem by poppy miller

(Or, more aptly named, The Mile High Club.)


I see fun in the air for a little queen bee,
Buzzing around in an airy zone;
Looping the loop incessantly,
With her gleeful new found drone.
A thrilling climax so expertly sewn
To pair in the air; oh how distinctly rare!
With ne'er a flinch at the gossips tone,
Let them watch and join in if they dare!
It's the way of the breeding don't you know;
In the air that is free for all,
But how many can say they've encountered this way?
Not many I fear, if at all.