This Bee's Tragedy

[dmawson314]

I prance from flower to flower

my legs playing s·t·a·c·c·a·t·o beats

on every delicate petal.

They say a bee can smell

so many different scents.

What's the use when I can smell

and long for and search for just

one?

I flit and

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and d---------------------------ash

and

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flower stamens mock my desire.

Cheese, O! O Elusive Cheese!

No flower can compare

to your musky odor.

I was lost when I smelt you, your deadly scent

beckoning me, urging me, seducing me,

whirling me beyond pleasure to land

upon your surface oh so d.e.l.i.c.a.t.e.l.y

and be SWATTED, and blinded by that swat! Lost, lost, forever

O beauteous, curVAceous, odorous Swiss Cheese!

I curse the wind that carried me away

from the sweet sweet redolence

of your Virginia air,

where I, youthful, inexperienced bee,

in exploring, first stumbled

upon my dairy lust.

Wait for me, O Cheese!

Nor daisy nor crocus, nor tulip nor lily,

nor 'mum nor rose, nor asphodel

shall meet my mouth in paled sweet nourishment

'til I find you once more.

O Cheese! I smell you again,

your scent taunting me, driving my wings

plucking the harp my desire, tugging me inside

as if I were not bee but rubber band.

Twang! I am elastic now, flipped through the air

by the final SWAT. I
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on

O CHEESE! Dear Cheese, at last!

The body weakens, but the heart speaks.

Thisbee the Cheese-Bee am I,

and you, my Cheese, shall be my love

and my doom,

for I am lactose-intolerant.