Humble B Bumble - 23 - Bee-Ing Rejected

Bee-ing rejected The path to love is a long and winding road And the road is in 3D when you fly through the air. You can bee left behind so many times, That you think that it will never go right, Until you make it there. There are so many ups with love, But without love you are only ever let down. Humble was no different, he wanted to bee loved like everybody else, But sometimes it doesn’t matter how many times you try, You always end up at the end of the night going home by yourself. Humble was a trier, he would ask out every bee that he liked, But try as he might and as much as he would have liked, It seemed nobody would ever love him And he was alone most of the time. He had been rejected so many times that he decided to make a list. The first one said this; the second one that And this is the story of Humble B. Bumble and his love-life… Ain’t it sad? You’re always crying, boohoo. You’re too happy; I am nothing like you. You are just like me, because I like nothing about me. We don’t think the same; you’re not fun, you’re a pain. You are annoying me, buzz away little bee; You have my sympathy, but you will never bee with me. You’re too quiet, you talk too much. You’re too weak, you’re not tough. You’re too slow to make a move; You’re too fast with your response to bee telling the truth. Your clothes are bad; your hair is bad. You’re far too sad to bee a bad boy. You’re just having a laugh, you’re never serious; You must bee delirious. You’ve not cool, don’t bee a fool. You’re too nice; you’re not nice enough. You’re too far below me, you are not heading up. You’re not ambitious, nor smart, You’re never victorious and you are no work of art. You can’t sing or dance; you wear the wrong kind of pants, no bling. You live with your ‘rents, but you don’t pay rent. You have no honey, I like honeys. You ain’t funny; you are far beneath me. You’re not pretty, you’re too silly. You have no style, you are not unique And you don’t have a perfect smile, ugly bee. You think you are great, you’re always late, I don’t like your face; we’re just mates. I like him, you will never win. You are such a loser; who is gonna choose ya? So many times Humble searched for love And when it was good it was really good! But when it was sad, it was real love, I guess; We will never know… Do you think Humble will ever bee truly loved?... (C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.