She murdered some bees
with a towel and a beach.
Squish squash went each
to their finish so… final.
She shadowed them
smothered them
smashed them
til they reached their end
under her strong hand
striking the sand
as her friends looked on quizzically.
Powerful, she towered
victorious, she loomed
triumphant, she billowed
as she stood so victorious
among corpses of the notorious
who had lived as laborious
as stinging insects generally do.
Alas, her big toe
was poked
pricked
pierced
for despite their disastrous defeat
they took their revenge on her feet.
Now forever she’ll quietly retreat
when she sees a bee on a beach... and has a towel handy.
hehe :) - you should try asking them to go away like a shaman :)
ReplyDeleteeverytime I read your posts or poems or others, it makes me feel like im reading a... children's story book. its really good :)
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