There once was a keeper, quite baked, you see,
With dreams of his bees flying wild and free.
He strolled into hives with a grin ear to ear,
"Let’s harvest some honey, I’ve got nothing to fear!"
In a cloud of sweet smoke, he whispered to bees,
"Hello, little buddies! Let’s just do as you please!"
But the bees, they were puzzled, and buzzed in a whirl,
As he tripped on a flower and danced like a girl.
With a jar full of pollen and honey galore,
He forgot his fine veil, and swoosh!—through the door!
The bees thought it funny; they tickled his nose,
In a waltz of confusion, he twirled with his foes!
He grabbed for a smoker, but lit up a joint,
"Why’s everyone buzzing? I’m just on the point!"
As the hive turned to chaos, he lost all his cool,
The bees formed a swarm; it was quite the bee duel!
So next time you think of a stoned beekeeper’s craft,
Consider the honey—he’s sweet, but daft.
He may bring home nectar, or maybe some strife,
Just remember, dear friends, he’s high on bee life!
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