Bumbling.

Bees we are, a little and some lot
Trying to meet some of our own sort.

Met a bee once, on a fine fair day
"Hey, this is my name", I smile and say.
Hobbies and likes and all sun and dry
Convos covered with nothing left to pry.

I say, "I'm not here to stay
And what about you, if I may?"
He goes,
"But I ain't here just for a day
Unlike some, I'm not here to play"
With a swift left swish, he goes abuzz
Leaving me with
A smug grin and 'God! What a wuss'.

Well, yes this was tumbling...
And with it will follow the mumbling...
But
Even if the night comes ahead rumbling,
That's what it is to be Bumbling.


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