Buzzing is an angry bee trying to nest on my hair,
Just won't stop flying near my naked ear.
Hard to see, my face covered in a mask care,
A vicious sting of it, is all I fear.

Waving my hands in the air to chase it around,
Soon it comes buzzing after a while.
An angry wild bee that won't buzz off from my surround,
I know it really wants to kiss with a smile.

Could it be the spell of flowery sweet scent on my blouse,
Attracting the little ****** on me today.
Or is it the sweet cart that sells sweets near my house,
My mind is too confused, what can I say?

It's a memorable kiss on my red cheek,
Like a balloon, so painful as I speak!


©sim