“It looks so cool to be able to fly around all the time” Gun Roswell
It’s a Bees Life
It’s a fun way of life
Life, up in the skies
Skies, so blue it’s almost, untrue
Untrue, as I seem to be
Be, as I am a flying bee
From flower to flower I pop
Pop, and open up each lot
Lot, are there to choose from
From, each and every one
One, or more I drain from
Flying, buzzing, never stopping
Stopping, only for some shopping
Shopping, for the nectar I need
Need, as my queen I will feed
Feed, until she can no more eat
It’s a bees life
Life, without a strife
Strife as the humans see it
It, well, hey shit!
I might get stomped on!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
ahhhhh so nice
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Thanks!
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The meter of your poem is intriguing. Is it original to you? I also enjoyed the content of it, and the funny ending. 🙂
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Thank you, it’s all me, for better or worse😉
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Wow, I am doubly impressed! I used to dabble in poetry myself, way back in the day, but I was very uncreative with meters. Lately I have been studying Old Icelandic, Old Norse, and Old English verse. Some very interesting syllable, alliteration, and interior rhyme schemes there! 🙂
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BRILLIANT! I love it! Can’t wait to read more of your work.
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Thanks for stopping by 🙂
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