I was waiting again today when Mr. Bee arrived~
as usual, when he looked at me I knew that I’d been eyed.
I thought his demeanor quite gentlemanly and dapper
but I couldn’t seem to get him to pose nicely for my flapper (camera)

He took a stroll around the empty coffee cup and rim
but his culinary sweet-tooth wasn’t satisfied therein ~ SO

I had to let him go and disappear among the flowers
While I held my flapper ready, for what seemed like hours and hours.

You may be thinking it, I know, but feel too shy to say
What makes you so darn sure this is the bee from yesterday?
He has no calling card, it’s true, no tag around his leg,
and yet I’d recognize him anywhere~

unless, of course,
he’s Greg.

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