Merry Christmas! You get a poem. A poem that's not about Christmas. You're welcome.
What do you think of a stingless bee?
It's still creepy. Too many legs and
those scary eyes and jaws and
it still looks the same. You definitely
don't want it crawling on you, or even
near you. It just gives you the creeps,
sting or no.
It still makes honey, though
- a sweet service -
and its wings, when you look closer,
are actually kind of beautiful.
Do you think all my poems are the same? It feels like they're all the same. Well???
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