wait till the ladies back at the hive hear about this! finding this huge crimson flower she can’t believe her luck and like a new neighborhood bar will probably return over and over to drink with the girls while I shoo away this persistent bee who’s frantic to land on my red hoody as I stand outside my car before I wrote this poem I never imagined a bee might have feelings

one’s shaped like a pillow, but works like a well-oiled machine while the other is invisible, yet soft as a pillow one keeps our bodies fighting strong in a physical world the other cuddles and protects us from a cruel world one is the wings of the dragon the other makes the dragon cry

apparently in hot sun, long sleeves, hoodies and pants keep you cooler than the bare skin of legs and arms gardeners do it and sweat is the key so men, if you want try it put on a tuxedo in 100 degrees or ladies, some heavy wintery thing as long as you don’t mind moisture wicking off your skin, soaking the thick fabric leaving large dark spots on your outfit hey, at least you’ll have an air-conditioned smile and everyone will wonder why