Bee sting

We are giggling girls in our backs
It is where stings should happen-

A swarm of bees no, just a single.
The bees make ruckus as beards.

They sting when they are stubble.
On backs they tingle adventures.

In poet’s myth bee brings pollen
On wee legs, what beauty spread!

A sting is worth it for immortality
It confers on backs in old poems.

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