Poems ✍️

When God sat down to have iced tea
(His weather had been hot) ,
he thought that he would change the bee
as it was really not
exceptional or beautiful
it lacked a certain trait,
he poured a silver teaspoonful
of phosphopyruvate
into the mouth of the small bee
then waited for a bit,
the bee flew up into a tree
and had a minor fit.
Petit Mal thought God and as he sat
the bee let out a rumble,
and from within, from bellyfat
it grew a handsome bumble.
So now you know that bumblebees
were touched by the creator,
unlike all flies, and roaches, flees
and every alligator.