Our Pollen Potential

I kissed a bee, but she didn't like it.

I pulled away and she did too,

Stinging my mouth, thoroughly disapproved.

My eyes stung, my lip did too.

Then I thought, that if she tried,

But instead suddenly grew to my size,

I too, would have cried.
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