Elegy For A Bee

[Mark A Becker]

It bumbled by her with a buzz
cherubic tiny ball of fuzz. odd word choice, but good rhythm
She grabbed a slipper, aimed it - whack!
Poor bee. It came with no attack. this is a very strange way of describing a harmless bee, as if we'd even know a bee's intent.

And if she slew you, hallowed bee archaic languge ain't working for me
what would she fear to lay on me line straining backwards for the rhyme
who, even quicker than I'm telling,
would vex her with a mortal swelling? a very convoluted way of saying if she hits me I'll hit back.

Ved- you are really stretching for rhymes here. This reads more like an exercise on how to force rhymes than a poem.

Poor bee, now a used to bee.