The Bee That Never Took A Bath

Tim covered his face,
As all the bees passed by.
But they gave him funny looks,
He didn't know how or why.

He reached his bitter home,
To find his unloving mother.
She was giving all her love,
To his sweet smelling brother.

Tim sat alone again,
Sniffing his rosy armpits.
He thought of everyone he knew,
The stupid lowly dimwits.

He cried the Nile River,
He begged to be told.
Why did they hate him,
Like they did the winter's cold?

He never took a bath,
Until an old man came.
He poured a bucket on his head,
And Tim cowered away in shame.

He cried out loud,
His cheeks very pink.
"How do I live now?
A bee has got to stink!"

The old man struck
Tim across his wing.
"You stupid dense boy,
A bee has got to sting!"

Reviews

[Sharan Suresh]

Perceptive. A lot of Tims out there I think. Easy read, and hits the nail on its head.

Brings to mind what Bertrand Russel said, I'd never die for my beliefs because I could be wrong. Keep writing.

[Radhika]

I really liked your review.
Thanks a lot. I appreciate it :)

[Stonz P.]

Story of my life:

Tim sat alone again,
Sniffing his rosy armpits.
He thought of everyone he knew,
The stupid lowly dimwits

This was different from you and it is really good.
I connected with it.

[Radhika]

Haha how cute.
Thanks a lot. I wrote this at a time when I was experimenting with a lot of styles. I think I need to start doing that again.

[Stonz P.]

Literature knows no bounds.
Anything and everything is acceptable but only if it is good!