The Honey Bee - Poem by Ben Gieske
Man: Mr. Bee, I have a question
Bee: I’m busy.
Man: Now please be nice.
Man: Didn’t they tell you?
Man: Your co-workers, I presume.
Bee: We’re too busy.
Man: They were here just yesterday.
Man: All the honey is gone.
Bee: I know what I’m doing.
Man: But, wouldn’t there be a better place?
Bee: You’re interfering.
Man: Just trying to help you save time.
Bee: What’s time?
Man: Doing wasteful things takes time.
Man: Will I see you tomorrow?
Bee: Who knows about tomorrow?
- July 12,2008
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