Honey bee laments
If I was a honeybee,
and 100 percent Sonoman,
a’buzzing through the countryside,
I’d just have to say, “Oh no, man”
to the offered bunch of sunflowers,
tended by some student,
to stop there may seem logical,
but to me would be imprudent.
I’d rather land on roses,
or honeysuckle vines,
which to bees are much more tasty,
and to me just like fine wines.
The sunflowers are like movies,
with creepy crawling things,
and though they say “they’re research,”
to me they’re worse than stings.
Their pollen tastes like oatmeal
left two days in the pan,
baked at 100-plus degrees,
the taste it ain’t so grand.
I’d rather drink sweet nectar
found in creekside shade,
of delicious flowers
that are Sonoma made.
The test results
proclaimed as seminal,
to a honey bee
are merely minimal.