The hive is now
empty
and that's bad news
for the bees
who provide us
with the ominous clues.
The honey supply
is non-existent
and all dried up
for those who wish
to partake
in nature's loving cup.
Their little bee bodies
are lying
everywhere.
It's a calamity on earth
beyond
repair.
The last pretty little bird
is flying
upside down.
The sun dissipated
last week
with an unnatural frown.
So I woke up this morning
and miss it
on my toast.
Why yes, I loved honey
in tea
the most.
Now I am clutching
my burning
sore throat.
Even breakfast
is ending
on this sad note.
Ironically
we have been given
the ultimate bee sting
and it's the final gasp blues
in which
we all now sing.
Once there was sweetness
but I sense
a tragic context
that in terms of dying
the human race
is next!
*************************
empty
and that's bad news
for the bees
who provide us
with the ominous clues.
The honey supply
is non-existent
and all dried up
for those who wish
to partake
in nature's loving cup.
Their little bee bodies
are lying
everywhere.
It's a calamity on earth
beyond
repair.
The last pretty little bird
is flying
upside down.
The sun dissipated
last week
with an unnatural frown.
So I woke up this morning
and miss it
on my toast.
Why yes, I loved honey
in tea
the most.
Now I am clutching
my burning
sore throat.
Even breakfast
is ending
on this sad note.
Ironically
we have been given
the ultimate bee sting
and it's the final gasp blues
in which
we all now sing.
Once there was sweetness
but I sense
a tragic context
that in terms of dying
the human race
is next!
*************************