What a Pistol!
Busy Chester Bumblebee,
Envy of the garden,
Flaunts himself for all to see;
Begging no one’s pardon.
Mornings spent with lovely Rose,
Afternoons with Daisy;
Ev’nings passed in sweet repose
With Iris, drives bees crazy.
Plying Lily’s photosynth
Without opposing thumb;
Even tickled Hyacinth,
(then quickly spied her Mum!)
But Violet resists control,
‘Twas Chesters ruination.
Nothing, quite, can crush the soul
Like star-crossed pollination.Pinhole's Shop
And to think I always assumed "busy as a bee" just meant they were industrious!
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Yes, Montucky, who would have guessed that this sort of goings on were occurring right in our own back yards? It's scandalous, that's what it is.
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I like it...very interesting...
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Don't you mean "What a pistil lover!" ??
Oh well . . . This is, in my humble opinion, the best you have done yet.
I don't understand why it's listed as surreal, though. It's almost Ogden Nash.
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i posted a link for this website at mine, I think most people will appreciate it.
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