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A Bee in her Bonnet
Today Miss had a bee in her bonnet
And many a sting was coming from it
Observing her twitches
The kids were in stitches
As they were trying to write a sonnet.
Miss was crying with the pain and blushing
The kids realised and stopped their gushing
They calmed her distressing
Each child was a blessing
And a lesson was learnt in the buzzing.
The lesson learnt was to always be kind
No matter what’s going on in one’s mind
Silence can be golden
So one’s not beholden
To ask forgiveness and become refined.
Copyright ©
Beryl Edmonds
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