Poetry, Stung by a Bee

I was once in a garden,

Listening to the sound

Of  honeybees

Buzzing all around.


I followed a bee to its hive

And took some of its honey.

The bee was so angry,

It looked so funny!


Then I was stung

By a mad bee!

I shouldn’t have taken the honey.

Now the joke was on me!


But those bees must have been special

Because I started to fly.

Up I flew,

Soaring in the sky!


The next day my power was gone.

So again I took some honey.

I was stung again by an angry bee.

She looked so funny! 🙂


Thanks for reading! 🙂


Writing Penguin.

🙂 🙂 🙂


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