Blenda the bumptious bumkin bumblebee bumbled back and forth bumming nectar from bees.
Before long, the bees barrelled and bumped into Blenda. “Back away from our blossoms”, they buzzed.
Boring bees, a bummed out Blenda thought. Perchance the botanist holds a bumbling bumblebee beloved.
© RedCat
Quadrille Monday over at dVerse. And I went a bit bananas with the word bum in a myriad forms.
(Another post today from app rather then browser, so more formatting errors.)
The world according to RedCat 
I think Blenda deserves all the nectar she could get.
Wow!!! This is absolutely fantastic :D The poem as a whole could very well work as a tongue twister ❤️
Awwww! I love Blenda! :) Such a fun poem!
You have presented “myriad forms” times 10, and raised alliteration to a tongue-twisting frenzy, and made me think about my “Save the Bees” t-shirt.
This is even better than she sells sea shells by the seashore!!! Clever and such fun!
So cute, and it made me smile. :) My favorite line is, “Back away from our blossoms!”
Aww, I love this. Truly a great piece and take on the prompt. <3
Pretty pictures and fun poem. Turf wars for the pollinators :)
this is soooo adorable!
It was a fun read
Like what you’ve written red Cat — come I invite you to time travel with me.
You could continue this poem a few more verses and make a very cute children;s book! Love it!