A bee sits on the windowsill
Licking up jam, eating its fill.
Well, good! I hope you stay that way
But, more importantly, stay away!
Daddy long legs? Why, even my legs are longer than yours.
(Thank God for that.)
I’m tired. There’s nothing special about this.
As usual, I’m just taking the p*ss.
I haven’t written in such a long time
I’ve almost forgotten how to rhyme.
Of course that’s just a hyperbole
Else it would be contradictory.