There once was a keeper of bees,
Whose stash put his mind at ease.
With a puff and a grin,
He began his day’s din,
In a haze of sweet pollen and breeze.
He strolled to the hive in a daze,
Wearing mismatched socks in a blaze.
“Hey, bees, how you do?”
He wave-gestured, too,
While forgetting his veil in a craze.
“Watch out! That’s my finger!” he cried,
As the bees took off, buzzing wide.
But he giggled with cheer,
“Just friends, my dears, we’re near!”
While bees danced around him like tide.
He tried to collect honey so sweet,
But got stuck in his own tangled feat.
“Is this sticky gold?!”
He shouted and rolled,
As the bees buzzed in laughter, discreet.
With a jar filled with grass, not with flair,
He chuckled, “More honey, I swear!”
So the bees shook their heads,
“Dude, time for your meds,
You’re the buzzin’ half-baked millionaire!”
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