Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Attempt At A Poem

I have a bumble bee sting on my arm.
I got it while out at my friends farm.
The bee was big, yellow, and round.
I smashed that thing flat into the ground.
No more worries of future stings from this bumble bee.
Because I am the boss as you can plainly see.
Bees be warned to stay away from me.
I will squash you just the same as the other big, yellow, and round bumble bee.

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