The Bee and Me

a poem by Charishma Jaikishin Ramchandani

Slowly and steadily as the morning hours crawled by
I continued on my journey with a heavy sigh…
After a little while,
I felt I’d walked a thousand miles…
Thought why not rest, just take a break
After all it was for my own sake.
So I decided to stop under a tree
When suddenly I was confronted with a little bee!
Told it ‘shoo-shoo’ but it continued to dance
Putting me in a silly trance…
Told it, “You better go,
This is your last chance
Coz if you don’t,
I’ll blow you off to Mars!”
“Oh No dear sir, don’t blow me away,
I’ve come all the way from Paraguay!
All I want is to make a little honey,
Don’t look as though I’ll steal your money!”
My feet were aching,
My brow was full of sweat
So I just said,
“Get lost, you naughty pest!”
The poor little bee,
As small as a pea
Flew away,
with all its zest!