There was a little bumblebee he went down on his bumble knee and told the queen that he was gay this message caused her much dismay new friend remarked 'you humble me'.
The queen said, listen, bumblebee I will not let you wander free your work is here and you must breed to plant in me that precious seed lest all your steps a stumble be.
So bumblebee did stumble free got off his little bumbleknee and hand in hand with his new lover took to the air, briefly to hover their wings a constant mumble, see?
And both our poofter bumblebees had taken with them rumble keys the queen sent kamakazi drones to apprehend and smash their bones so they became two tumblebees.
- by Herbert Nehrlich26
I was not looking when you found me you stopped just long enough to smile. I felt your presence all around me and hoped that you would stay awhile. You hurried on - you had your reason and faded slowly in the light, 'twas hot, the highest summer season: And then you turned - I'd hoped you might. You flashed a brief but lovely look, it made me feel quite weird. Then silly me 'What if she took offense at my gray beard? '
Then you were gone, the sun left with you, the night air came with sudden force. And to this day I often miss you when you are not at home, of course.
What is she like, I wondered then, what does she value and adore? Would she expect to see in men some muscles, brains and looks and more?
And when I left, went down the road I had her on my mind. I thought I recognised the coat or was I going blind? And near an oak tree she was resting, I knew not what to think and thought that someone must be testing to drive me to the brink.
The rest you know, my lovely sweet: It's just as you had told. You wanted one that didn't just beat, you needed one of gold.
And may I burn in hot damnation for being so conceited. But here I am - on this occasion I must not be defeated! 'I have one, although it is old', I shouted loud into your ear, 'It beats okay - it's made of gold! ' And YOU CAME CLOSE TO HEAR!
The little secret -now revealed is that I slaved and polished this drum that was just MOSTLY gold. The flaws are now abolished.
And that was only the beginning.
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