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A bee is not a bee for me

Unless I have allergies 

Which I do 

Why do you like me bee

What did I do?

Is it our shared love of the sun?

Or my scent?

My striped shirt?

I love your honey 

But if we were to kiss it would hurt 

You’re a bee

And not a bee for me 

I like sitting in the sun 

Maybe a shaded tree 

You like landing on my pants

Landing on my shirt 

You’re not the bee for me 

I don’t like getting hurt 

Or red and puffy 

Next time I’ll wear extra layers 

Carry an Epi

I prefer you from a distance 

Please don’t touch me

A bee is not a bee for me 

Please keep to your flower 

If my scent is what you like 

I’ll be sure to shower

I’m not Dr. Seuss

Or Charles Bukowski 

Like a flower 

I’ll press you in the pages of this book 

And mail you to a friend 

If you thought this poem was cringy 

This is the end.