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As I’m sure everybody already knows, I am an amazingly accomplished Poet. For a long time now, I’ve been offering my special brand of Astute Poetic Ponderings to almost dozens of mostly Adoring Fans in Hives around the World, giving them a Glimpse inside the True Romantic that is me, Georgie Bee.

Well, the other day, I decided to share my Latest Poetic Masterpiece with the Hive here. I made sure I had a highly visible copy of it, then I pinned it up on the Hive’s “NEWS, INFORMATION, and LOST & FOUND” Bulletin Board, then I just stood back to bask in the Joy as I watched the Raw Emotions sweep over the faces of my Adoring Fans as they’d read it.

I think I was standing there for about two hours and 17 minutes beefore some bee (I dunno who he is) finally stopped and, after he read some Ad for someone trying to find the owner of a pair of Misplaced Argyle Antennae Cozies, he spotted my Poem.

I was so excited as I watched his face take on an expression of Utter Amazement. Finally, he buzzed for some of his buddies to come hear what I had so generously shared.

“Hey, guys!” he said. “Ya’ gotta hear this. You won’t beelieve it.” So they came over to the Bulletin Board and stood there while he started reading my Poem out loud:

“An Ode to a New Morning

Oh, flowers, with your Blossomy Blooms,
and Polleny Nectar that’s sweet as the Moon
light shining on the curve of my Spoon,
how I wish you weren’t gone so soon.
And when you fade, 
I pull my Shade
and in secret delight
eat the Casserole I made
from your pollen
in the dim light of the day
when I hear the Night Bird calling:
“Ka-ree, ka-ree,” says the Bird,
though I don’t understand a word
of what he’s saying or why,
which makes me want to cry, 
tears falling from my Compound Eyes
like Stones,
so oft I say as I dally,
‘I think we are in Vorroa Mite’s Alley,
where the Dead Bees lost their bones. 
But No! No!' I say. ‘Rejoice! Rejoice!
The New Morning’s Sun
will soon bee Hois-ted!’

- g.bee 2018”

“Who IS this Georgie Bee?” I heard him ask. I was surprised when nobody seemed to know who I was, so I walked up, tapped him on his wing and introduced myself, “Me. I am Georgie Bee.” I told him. “THE Georgie Bee,” I added, knowing he was finally meeting the Actual, Real Me.

“So you wrote this?” he asked.

“Yes, I did,” I said proudly.

“Well, pardon me for saying so, but it just sucks. It is truly horrible. I think this is perhaps the worst attempt at Poetry I have ever had the grave misfortune of encountering in my lifetime. I think I’d rather have my wings slowly pulled off than to listen to stuff like this. Were you actually serious when you wrote this?”

For some reason, the other bees seemed to agree with him.

Geeeeeeeze. What was I supposed to say to that?

Instead of saying anything back to that Rude Bee, I pointed my left wing toward the Queen’s Chambers and buzzed really loudly, “WOAH! Look at THAT!” When they all turned around to look at what was going on, I left. Really fast.

Has anybody else run into something like this - somebody deciding they needed to give you their Opinion about something when you didn’t even ask for it at all? How rude is that? Seriously now. Don’t ya’ think that kind of Opinion Sharing is entirely unnecessary? I do.

Anyway, after I got home, I decided to spend a bunch of time by myself hiding inside that little hole that’s just next to my Shoe Box, thinking, and after Careful Consideration of that highly rude Unsolicited Opinion Episode, I’ve decided that I’m going to work even harder to write even more Poetry. Then I’m going to post it on the Hive Bulletin Board with a note that says, “Sorry, No Unsolicited Opinions Allowed Unless They’re Nice”. I am absolutely, positively sure that, one of these days, that Very Rude Bee will bee buzzing out of the other side of his face.

Probably.

As soon as I’m ready to publish more Inspiring Verse, I’ll letcha’ know. Until then . . .

Let’s all bee highly careful out there!

A Note to my Beeps and Adoring Fans:

I just need to say that, apparently, SOME of my Beeps aren’t doing a very good job of understanding my point about Unsolicited Opinions. I say that, beecause it has been pointed out to me that maybee a few things in my Poetic Masterpiece may not bee completely accurate. While it’s true that we bees do not have bones, and that we also don’t have tear ducts, I remain mostly confident that most of my Adoring Fans, unlike the unnamed critic to whom I refer, are not only highly intelligent, but they understand what Artistic Licence is. Seriously now.