A handsome young honeybee Landed on my arm Smooth and stylish In his tailored pollen pants Striped polo And flashing a charming smile.
May I sting you? He politely asked.
I shook my head I have been stung by your kind before.
He crunched his abs So his stinger grazed my skin I’m different.
I looked towards his advances But if you sting me You will die.
He scoffed at the thought.
You will die. I continued Your stinger will get stuck And you will rip apart.
That’s only if I leave you.
And what about your queen?
She has a hive full of followers He leaned into me harder I will not be missed.
I wanted to trust him Despite his shifty beady eyes And cocky humming He sensed my hesitation And pressed further in.
We will be together forever I said As I closed my eyes And gave myself to him.
With a pinch of pain He stung me.
But then I felt him Quickly pull out With a gleeful laugh He stung my body again. And again. And again.
You bastard! I screamed in agony.
But before I could confront him
He threw on his
And flew away.