Bee II: The Return of the Bee: A really crap poem by Stegzy Gnomepants
Bee!
I can see!
You at my window
Trying to flee?
Maybe?Bee!
You can’t get free
The window was shut
By me
Free(zing)
No!
You will not go
You’re black and stiff
Or moving slow
Ly
Bee!
You’re dead I see!
No honey you’ll make
For me
or thee
Cold!
I have been told
Has killed the bee
Now in mould
Once so bold
Bee!
Vacuumed by me
I am sorry
You died.
Edit– Tomorrow’s poem will be about rhubarb as suggested by cujosmurf
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Once, long ago, I wrote frequently on Livejournal. I then moved to Blogspot, where I discovered that blogging requires an audience. So I moved back to LJ. Then over to Dreamwidth, back to LJ, up the road of self hosting with Muckybadger before giving up entirely and moving over to Wordpress. It was at that moment I decided I would spread my compostual nonsense simultaneously across the blogosphere like some rancid margarine.
And so here I am. I am a badger. But then I'm not really a badger. I am a human. With badger like tendencies. I am a writer, a film producer and a social commentator. I am available for Breakfast TV shows, documentaries and chats in the pub with journalists where I am more than qualified enough to talk confidently about absolute shite and bollocks.
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