A Meadowlark Crumbling in Basalt
A costive agent knows too well
The value of his wares
He finds it hard to ever sell
His over-ripened pears
The bees, though, were ripe for a sale
Drowning in their honey
And buzzing madly to impale
Some unsuspecting bunny
But bunnies quickly replicate
And cottontails abound
Their numbers rapidly inflate
Soon they blanket the ground
But still they cannot match the bees
Whose queen still wears the crown
Swarming in the summer breeze
And hunting rabbits down
| Contributors: | Roland, Nym, dok, F, Kansas Sam, N, Grayman. |
| Poem finished: | 17th September 2003. |