Bertie was a bee

with a pollen allergy

 

he’d wear a tiny gas mask

if he had to fly through hay

 

and still he’d get the sneezes

while buffeted by breezes

flying pollen to the hive

without delay

 

so spare a thought for Bertie

you can’t hear him cough and sneeze

 

as you spread a little honey

on your bread

 

he’ll be busy in the borders

or humming through the trees

 

buzzing in the blossoms

while his eyes are streaming red