I learned so much
Of how not to be
The end of an era
The end of Queen Bee
Some days were horrific
Other days, okay
But the best days of all
Were when she was away
She was massively unfair
Mean and unjust
Biased, so cruel
And full of mistrust
She had her favourites
The ones with the knack
Of back- scratching her
Then she would scratch back
She looked after the few
Whilst the rest took her spite
Told lies by the sackful
Never did what was right
Vindictive bullying,
talking down
Humiliating people
Calling them clowns
I, for one, am not sorry she's gone
Goodbye Queen Bee, see ya, jog on.
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Vanessa. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks
read my poem MOMS SMILES your moods will change for life times come we play then one day we go away all of us NO EXCEPTION POETESS..PRAISE ONLY SAY good about those who have GONE WITH THE WIND THE VIRUS NO ONE COMES FIRST TO GO TIMES UPON US DOES ITS MASS THRUST
A very clever write- -sharp-edged but not blood-thirsty. One might say well-executed.... dismissing the Queen Bee with style. 10+
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm glad today i noticed your name in My Favorite Poets List. i took out some names and should add more; it's been a long time since i added one. Nice rhyming. favorite stanza: " She had her favourites The ones with the knack Of back- scratching her Then she would scratch back" Yikes! What a ''! ! True story, i wonder. This poem about bullying goes to MyPoemList. thanks :) bri