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HE FED THE BEES HER TEARS
“He fed the bees her tears”
Sounds like love’s sad ending,
But He’s a happy her
Whose eye is now mending…
She’d gone to the doctor
With one eye swollen shut
What the doc saw shocked her:
Peeping out- a bee’s foot
Wiggling from her socket-
How could it be alive?
Like a deft pickpocket
The doctor then deprived
He’s eye of its four thieves-
Halictidae they’re called
(But to us they’re “sweat bees”).
Inside her eye they’d crawled
When He was sweeping tombs.
She had pulled up some weeds
And the bees there assumed
Where there’s salt they could feed
So took up residence.
(That’s all they reported-
Sure there was some suspense
But it all got sorted)
#napowrimo2019
Sounds like love’s sad ending,
But He’s a happy her
Whose eye is now mending…
She’d gone to the doctor
With one eye swollen shut
What the doc saw shocked her:
Peeping out- a bee’s foot
Wiggling from her socket-
How could it be alive?
Like a deft pickpocket
The doctor then deprived
He’s eye of its four thieves-
Halictidae they’re called
(But to us they’re “sweat bees”).
Inside her eye they’d crawled
When He was sweeping tombs.
She had pulled up some weeds
And the bees there assumed
Where there’s salt they could feed
So took up residence.
(That’s all they reported-
Sure there was some suspense
But it all got sorted)
#napowrimo2019
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