Forty Winks

Honey bees...siesta in the blooms,
Whenever it is too damned hot
And flowers seem like hellish tombs
From some Satanic afterthought
Where pollen is the Devil's dust,
Trapped in volcanic heat,
And wingbeats may erelong combust
In apiary defeat...

So please the bee to take a break,
On Acheron afternoons,
When labor is a big mistake
For Mellifera platoons,
Who wisely do not make their honey...
When it gets too fukkin sunny!