Humble B. Bumble : 24. I'll never bee kissed

 
 
Every weekend, Humble would go to the same bar,  
In the same part of the hive, with the same group of mates.  
He always went on the same Friday night and nothing ever changed.  
Until one day there came message that The Pollinator band,  
Were playing a gig outside the hive at Bee Pride  
And as Humble arrived, he saw all the honey-fungus mushroom lights!  
 
 
There was a huge crowd, so Humble pushed his way through  
And eventually he made it to the front.  
Some bees were drunk, some babes were happily screaming  
And there, stood next to Humble, was a bee-punk.  
She looked like the other bees, but she was a tattooed rebel.  
She looked at Humble and his bees-knees began to wobble.  
Then in-between Humble and the bee-punk stumbled her boyfriend  
And Humble thought, typical.  
 
 
Later, Humble couldn’t believe what he was seeing.  
The crowd of bees began to split apart;  
I must bee dreaming, he thought,  
As the music disappeared.  
No sound to bee heard from a thousand cheers.  
All he could see, all he could hear,  
Was a Queen of undeniable beauty approaching.  
The beat of Humble’s heart began to quicken,  
He was in shock at the look of this fox!  
She was unlike any other and he hadn’t even been drinking.  
He knew right away that he loved her  
And he would forever love her for all his days.  
It was Colpo Di Fulmine; make no mistake  
And luckily for him, she felt the same way.  
She walked up and gave Humble his first kiss  
And his entire life was changed  
And then she said “Hi Cutey, what’s your name?”  
 
 
He was left speechless,  
He had actually been kissed!  
It was like nothing he had ever experienced before  
And no other kiss would ever bee the same since.  
This was Humble’s first kiss,  
It was unique.  
He had finally managed,  
To find his true love!  
…or did he?  
 
 
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