Love is like a honeybee
On honeysuckle vines
Either lovers smell the blooms
Or they weep and pine.

The bee is so like Cupid
He goes from flower to flower
He will mate with many blooms
He tarrys there for hours.

He gathers pollen for the Queen
On his furry legs
The honeysuckle blooms do freely give
The fair bee will never beg!

But the bee is black and yellow
A warning meant for some
Who try to steal the honey
They will be undone!

For the bees **** sweet nectar
Of the yellow vine that's hung
But misuse the bee and make it mad
You'll end up being STUNG!! 🐝🐝🐝


SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis