Epitaph To A Bee
It bumbled past her with a buzz -
Cherubic little ball of fuzz.
She grabbed a slipper, aimed it - whack!
Poor bee! You came with no attack.
And if she slew you, harmless bee,
What would she fear to lay on me
Who, even quicker than this telling,
Could vex her with a mortal swelling?
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Great Fun!
Loved the way this was written. :.)
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