January 22nd, 2006

Bees

Posted in Poems by Kunal Goel

You voluble,
Velvety
Vehement fellows
That play on your
Flying and
Musical cellos,
All goldenly
Girdled you
Serenade clover,
Each artist in
Bass but a
Bibulous rover!

You passionate,
Powdery
Pastoral bandits,
Who gave you your
Roaming and
Rollicking mandates?
Come out of my
Foxglove; come
Out of my roses
You bees with the
Plushy and
Plausible noses!

-Norman Rowland Gale

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2 comments

  1. ER@sUrf3R says:

    Oh what a waste…do the bees wish to speak now? Where are they??

    January 23rd, 2006 at 01:38 am

  2. dolphin says:

    got to clean my tongue…man what a tongue twister

    January 23rd, 2006 at 05:20 pm

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