Backside Blessings ©
In my back yard in the noisy city
I planted something I thought was pretty
A garden of herbs that smelled so fine
And an old brick path sown with lemon-thyme
Such pleasure I got from small toil that I did
And deep in the Bergamot was where I hid.
The bees buzzed round me in masses great
I yearned to run, but made myself wait
Their noses they dipped in my lovely red flowers
But I--I sat snug and unstung for hours.
But once while inspecting one side of my path
I bent down to get closer and was stung in the (ass)
A shock went through me from stern to neck
What those blooms heard then, wasn't, 'What the heck?'