The queen bee
At the queen bee house
Twas Xmas that year
Like every third year
It was so much trouble
For very little reward
Had to keep the three brothers happy
Thanks god for her brood
They would take charge
And she would make sure they did
From the sofa she was laying on
Her body full , ready to pop out
The ninth one for she was the queen bee
And reminded everyone of who she was
She sent orders to be obeyed, no discussion,
She was to be contented for it was Xmas
Impatient and imperious was she
What else to be expected from her
As the day progressed the pain started
There would be a Xmas baby
For she was the queen bee.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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From the prompt: The queen bee/Murchison Scribbles
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