A beekeeper named Clyde, with an eye for the hive,
Woke up feeling groovy, oh how he’d thrive!
He rolled up a joint, in the morning light,
"Today I’ll be brilliant, everything feels right!"
He strolled to his bees, with a grin ear to ear,
Not a care in the world, just the sweet scent of cheer.
"Good morning, my darlings!" he slurred with a sway,
While the bees rolled their eyes, thinking, "Not today!"
He donned his bee suit, but forgot the veil,
“Who needs protection? I’m sure I won’t fail!”
With a puff and a cough, he opened the lid,
And a swarm of disgruntled bees, well, they just slid!
Clyde danced with the bees, oh, what a delight!
“Just like in the movies, we’re all taking flight!”
But the bees were not grooving; they buzzed with dismay,
“Get your act together! This isn’t a buffet!”
He scattered the honey, like confetti in air,
“Sweet golden nectar, let’s all have a share!”
But instead of a feast, they clouded around,
With a thousand tiny stings, they knocked him to the ground.
As he rolled in the grass, feeling oh so alive,
He swore off the herb when he finally did thrive.
But come Friday night’s buzz, he’d forget all his woes,
And return to the hive with more green than a rose!
So listen, dear friends, if you tend to your bee,
Keep your highs and your lows a safe distance, you see;
For when bees get a whiff of your endearing haze,
You might just end up in some hilarious craze!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
