“Go ahead,” says the tour guide.
“The bees won’t sting you.Β They’re too busy pollenating.”
i take my cup
begin picking raspberries
could bees, would bees
should bees, can’t bees
must bees and never bees
buzzing all around
the tour guide was right
by mary ann blinkhorn
mypenandme 
Love those raspberries! Thanks for the inspiration.
My pleasure. Thanks for reading and commenting. π
thank goodness
Indeed. Thank you, my friend.
Ha. I do a lot of berry picking (and have never been stung in that activity) and also remember Miss Susan – Do Be a Do Be (and the reverse.) Very nicely spun poem. Well done. k.
Thanks, K. I was actually on Romper Room when I was a kid . . . a long time ago.
Ha!
I still have my Romper Room ring and I think my red posture basket is still over in my mom’s basement.
You capture both the intellect and the tickle bone. Kudos. π
That’s very kind . . . Thanks.
Great wordplay! Very fun π
The place is called Andrews Scenic Acres. http://www.AndrewsScenicAcres.com I bought a freshly baked cherry pie there as well. It was still warm when I got it home, and oh so good.
I am allergic to bees!!!
Nothing seems to sting or bite me anymore. I am glad for that.
Wish i could be u. Do not get me wrong, it is not there fault. I like bees.
Raspberries fresh off the vine are my favorite childhood memory. And, raspberries are still my favorite fruit.
They’re part o my childhood memory too–over at grandma’s house when she lived in Toronto many years ago.
BEAUTIFUL and salient poetry! You’re so gifted.
Thank you, Deborah. What a lovely compliment. π
I can’t seem to click on your site. Nothing happens. This has happened before as well. π¦
Love the way this moves. You got style.
Thanks, Legionwriter. I’m enjoying your writing. π
Reblogged this on Walk On and commented:
This is an excellent poem and brings back memories.
Cao,
Patricia
How very kind, Patricia! Thank you. π
What a beautiful poem – full of “flash backs”…. very nice!
Thanks. We went on a field trip to Centre Island today. The weather was perfect, the cool light breeze on the ferry, relaxing.
Love your poem, PM, very clever. Brings to mind shoulda, coulda, woulda.
Blessings – Maxi
Sometimes those bees come in handy. π
Thank you for visiting and following today. ~ Lynda
PS: I have a bee hive in my gardens and the bees are mesmerizing to watch…
I can just imagine. Thanks so much for stopping by. π
Thanks for the follow. I have looked at your blog and am glad to have found another inspiring site (or that it / you found me :)). I LOVE this poem, especially the second meaning behind it. Very clever. Best wishes
Thank you, Elizabeth. I am glad to have found your blog as well. π