A poem about a man who sneezes bees |
If you are ever in the presence of Billy Bartholomew Breese When he happens to show signs of an oncoming sneeze Run away fast and be sure not to freeze Because you may have to climb some very tall trees Or you might have to run until your lungs wheeze For the reason that when Billy Bartholomew Breese Lets out even the smallest (achew) sneeze He somehow sneezes out bumble bees Black and yellow bees as far as the eyes can sees I mean big old buzz, buzz, buzzing nasty type bees Bees that sting you from your elbows to your knees Bees whose bites leave bumps the size of snow peas Bees whose stingers are as long as golf tees Bees who will make your clothes into swiss cheese Bees that will give you a fever of 104 degrees Bees that even the local bee expert Senor Cocheez Absolutely positively most surely agrees Make normal bees look no larger than fleas So make me a promise and please, please, PLEASE Run for the hills and set sail for the seas Whenever you hear Billy Bartholomew Breese Sniffle, sniffle, Ah - Ah - AAAAAACHEEEEW, - SNEEZE! THE END (OUCH! I’ve been stung by one of Billy’s darn bees!) |