Humble Bumble Bee

Humble Bumble Bee

A busy bee buzzing along so cleverly,
I search, although meaning eludes me.
Get out now and don’t come back again;
In times of panic, Barbie still loves Ken.
A resounding yes like purple passion,
Was there a time vanity was in fashion?
It’s pickled pink like tickled elephants,
Even though it makes such little sense.
I don’t know where at first it came from,
But without it life would be so humdrum.

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