There was a little bee named Barry,
He couldn’t get a girlfriend ‘cause his legs were hairy,
So he tried to groom,
Shaved his legs zoom, zoom,
But, now his legs look ten times as scary.
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Showing posts with label BEES. Show all posts
Showing posts with label BEES. Show all posts
Monday, July 17, 2023
THE LITTLE BEE NAMED BARRY LIMERICK
Labels:
BARRY LIMERICKS,
BEES,
GIRLFRIENDS,
LEGS,
SCARY LEGS,
SHAVED LEGS
MANY PEOPLE SAY
Many people say there are ogres behind the trees,
Some people say that Martians buzz like bees,
I hear that people say that chickens don't have knees,
I've heard a lot of people say that Santa water skis,
But, I think that people say things because they like to tease.
Some people say that Martians buzz like bees,
I hear that people say that chickens don't have knees,
I've heard a lot of people say that Santa water skis,
But, I think that people say things because they like to tease.
Labels:
BEES,
CHICKENS,
HUMOR,
Many People Say,
Ogres,
Skis,
Some People Say,
Tease,
Verse
Wednesday, October 6, 2021
BESIDE THE LAKE WITH THE WILD FLOWERS LIMERICK
Beside the lake with the wild flowers,
I laid down and dreamed for hours,
Then along came the bees,
They had no mood for a tease,
I'm depending on my recuperative powers.
I laid down and dreamed for hours,
Then along came the bees,
They had no mood for a tease,
I'm depending on my recuperative powers.
Labels:
BEES,
LIMERICK,
NATURE SATIRE,
WILD FLOWERS
Tuesday, February 23, 2021
BEES MADE ME AN ANGEL ( IN HELL)
I think I have greatly come to hate,😡
That my stars foretell a miserable fate,😳
I'll be bitten until made dead from alive,💀
By a million bees from a hive,😧
Then, it's the big lava lamp behind Hell's gate.😈🌋
Wednesday, January 6, 2021
THE BAD BEES
I am the killer of many bad bees,
When they bite on the backside of my knobby knees,
They rip flesh by the inch,
So, I give them a pinch,
And, they bite harder as I give them a squeeze.
When they bite on the backside of my knobby knees,
They rip flesh by the inch,
So, I give them a pinch,
And, they bite harder as I give them a squeeze.
Wednesday, December 30, 2020
MY DAD'S TALE
My dad was born with a prehensile tail,
He picked fruit trees for a living and put the fruit in a pail,
But, he was attacked by some bees,
Who pollinated the trees,
And boy did dad let out a big wail.
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