Cosmo and the bees

brown and black bees

Jutting from an island

Smoking out the bees

Looking for the dark sand

Searching from the trees

Cosmo made a record

Spun it in the wind

He held a bee upon his sword

And guessed that he had sinned

Then I saw a massive ship

That sailed above the ground

Put a vow on Cosmo’s lip

While the bees they swarmed around

From the crowd there gazed a lady

Her fashion was divine

Loosely clothed and shady

She followed them to dine

Then a baker lit a fire

That smoked into the day

They offered their desire

And the bees then flew away

© Sean P. Ransom 2017.