AN ODE TO A BEE

 Stupid bee ,drinking tea,
 Rudely sitting on my mug, 
I express my disgust by shooing it away,
 Back again she comes ,the intolerably insolent bug,
 This keeps on repeating every time I drink,
The tea;that is,with a smoke ,in solitude,
 I just want to be left in peace,with my tea, 
The last thing I need from her is attitude,
 Again,I shoo her away with no effect
; She promptly comes back,again, with an angry glare,
 Then I give up and leave a puddle of tea for her, 
Soon enough,she comes back and gives it a stare,
 Oddly,I share my private moment,
 In the company of a persistent bee,
What an amusing thing that I watch, 
The bee absorbed in sipping a “cuppa” tea,
 Interested in only the “nectar”,
 Least bothered that I will,again,shoo,
 She keeps doing the work of her life, 
Her mind fixated on the puddle ;as if with glue,
 A strange relationship that we have developed, 
Meeting for tea , morning and noon,
 But if this ridiculous relationship continues, 
I may have to ask her out very soon,
 Going out with a bee?;Have a lost my mind?,
 It that my only alternative to go out?; 
Is there no one else that I can find?,
 Still,I try to feel her vibes,
 Looking at her grace ,her hairs,her flutter,
 I try to touch her just a little bit,
 And the tea comes out in a splutter,
 As I stand in a state of shock,
 She gives me a dirty look,
Her dignity unruffled,
 Whatever chances I had of being her friend, 
My come hither actions left them completely muffled.