The Copulating Bees

THE COPULATING BEES by JOHN M. ARRIBAS He Was Supposedly Diligently at Work, I’m in a Scare If He Catches Me Naked, God: Where’s My Underwear In His Home with His Wife My Life, He’ll Not Spare So I Go out the Window Naked: and Saying a Prayer We Both Were Convinced He’d Not Discover the Affair He Had Come Home with Flowers to Show Her He Cared As Her Lover I Was Complacent, but She Was Prepared Who Was That Man in the Room and Bed We Shared? Twas the Gardener, He Was Assaulted by Killer Bees I Let Him in thru the Window, When He Screamed Please He Was Covered with Bees, on His Face, in His Nose His Only Relief Was to Shed All of His Clothes Closed My Eyes, Being Not Aware of His Naked Pose Shaking His Pants Violently, He Aroused the Bees In an Instant He Was Covered from Head to Knees, in Bees On the Bed He Tried to Cover Himself with the Sheets Then out the Window Clothes in Hand as He Retreats The Bees Followed Him out Not a Single One Stayed Honey, Did this Happened Before or after You Got Laid?