Submissions by Zed

It bumbled by her with a buzz,
cherubic little ball of fuzz.
She grabbed a slipper, aimed it - whack!
Poor bee, it came with no attack.

And if she slew you hallowed bee,
what would she fear to lay on me
who, even quicker than I'm telling,
could vex her with a mortal swelling?

Tell me truly, Satan skin
sneaking up my aging tree
What have you come to do this time?
What else is left to take from me?

I used to love your furtive moves
the feisty flicking of your tongue,
Watched, senseless, as you stripped my tree
and fouled my fruit (aah,
we were young!)

And even now you never fail
to eye my withering property
Cold-blooded creature, haul your tail!
what else is left to snatch
from me?