By the wine pub’s garden dining, a bottle had spilled upon
A tray and the table, but mattered not as the diners were all gone.
Bobby Bumble Bee was buzzing over this, his usual evening route,
When he spotted that tray of liquid: “That’s what I’m talkin’ about!”
He splashed in, mouth wide open, and as he slid across the tray
Bobby laughed, “I’m really a Merlot bee, but I enjoy a Chardonnay”.
Soon, he was on his back, unable to fly. A bus boy, seeing his plight,
Gently hid Bobby under the stairs, “Don’t fly buzzed! Sleep it off tonight!”
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| Writing Prompt |
Write an eight line poem about a bumblebee who accidentally sipped some wine on his/her rounds through the flower garden. All poetic forms are invited. |
Author Notes
Can you imagine the glee
Of a poor old worker bee
Finding special nectar, he,
On a tray outside, for free?
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