One fine day

- a summery poem for freeasabee1 -

I was tripping

the daddle

in an eglantine grove

when I caught

the wind

of the word

of a bee

its message

was clear

as my bottle

of sparkling

pomp

-aginis

to me

born in the bosom

of a queen

its heart

was as warm as a

dog

or

a

honey

-suckle

rose

until

it suddenly

stung

the tip

of my

nose!

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