Honeycomb Home

Roses are red, red abuzz

With bees buzzing buzzes.

Violets are truly blue!

If Peace was made of honey

We’d each have a piece

Of harmony, both me and you.

When I send peaceful words

They don’t harm or disturb

I write, yet I’m not alone.

Being born to a chalice, a buzz

Belies my writing palace,

Buzzing busily on my throne.

I consider wise words

Of kindness – with mad verbs,

My honey, my peace flies home.

Lady Bird – Ladybird, you look so special – swish

Floating downstream on a green slender reed

Ants cannot attack you – you sit as flat as a dish

Riding a green rush – to a family of mouths to feed

So hip, so cool, you are resplendent

Coloured red with dark polka dots

Yes you, you are fiercely independent

Seven colourful joys, joyous black spots

Now your babies are calling-out, out from under logs

They’ve eaten their fill of aphids and scale

Surrounded by dragonflies, spiders and frogs

No time to drown, no time to tire, no time at all to fail

You’re on your way with a mighty display

Your colouring to them is bad taste

Scarlet red and dotty spotty spots, say

They better leave your babies post haste

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