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Guest Poems > Marisela W.

In and out of the honeycomb
A sticky, yummy, snug ,warm home
Windy though with all the wings
Beating and flapping making ears go and  sing

Pollen collecting out in the fields
With all the colours, greens, blues and teals.
Daises, and forget-me-nots,
Who I always forget
Marigolds, and Sunflowers,
Sweet as sugar can get.
Even those thistles who put up a fight,
Hold up their spears, and shields in their fright.
We wouldn't hurt them, no, not a hit,
We are just here to tease them a bit.
When all of our day's work is done
We go home to bed,
Our honeycomb home
Safe, and snug,
Like a bug in a rug!

© 2000 Marisela W.
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