A bit of utter nonsense, prompted by my delicately named twitterfriend @cunthorse, who wanted a poem about cheering up a sad bee.
This is ottava rima. It’s also ridiculous.
Be happy, poor despondent honey bee!
The sun is out and all the flowers are waiting
Why crawl halfheartedly around my knee
When you could be easily be pollinating?
The summer’s here! Don’t be a misery!
What’s happened here to make you so self hating?
Your life’s as sweet as honey, why not taste it?
By hanging round down here you’ll only waste it!
I should be be happy in the sun, you say.
I’d rather sit down here alone and lurk.
I go for nectar every bloody day
It isn’t joyful frolicking, it’s work!
No unions, no overtime, no pay
The queen will kill us if we’re seen to shirk!
I’m not depressed, I’m cross, so keep your distance.
I am a one-bee communist resistance!
Tom Juniper Poetry 