The Bees Knees. Sonnetina Due--- Day 15.
Pretty was the maiden with tresses of gold
Who dwelt in the magical woodland of old
And slumbered `neath the forestry trees
Oblivious to the buzz of the bumble bees
She never knew they were building a nest
A hive with honey that was to be the best
For they plaited and coiled her golden hair
And fashioned a beehive that all can share
The cosiest nest to be theirs then forever
Proud of the plans that had been so clever.
What would they do if the maiden awakens
Finding her tresses of gold had been taken
What of the honey within the hexagon mould
Mayhaps she wont mind if the truth be told
Why ever does she need a crowning glory
In years to come fashions will be history
Bees shall always be there to make honey
Maybe she will laugh and think its funny
That simple bees as ingenious such as us
Shall surprise all with as little as a buzz.