BEE My Valentine

I sat on a bench
to rest my knees,
When Willie buzzed over
through the bees.

“Tillie,” he hummed,
“don’t flee from me,
Won’t you Bee my Valentine,
honey bee?”

I said, “Oh Willie,
you poor old dear,
It’s BE, not BEE,
now listen here.

You’re sweet as honey,
but buzzed in the head,
Like a bee trying to pollinate
a fake flower instead.”

The bees all swarmed,
thought he was kin,
And chased my Willie
right out of his skin.

So yes, I said yes,
and I must confess,
After fifty years,
I’m still queen of our nest!

– by Over the Hill Thrills © 2026

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