Poem #1

A Cutie^TM, and me,
and a slow-dying bee.
Orange - the sexiest color they see -
covers my shirt.
And I'm not being curt:
(I am not getting hurt)
Standing and patting 
from where I'd been satting,
shucking and shaking
- the neighbors mistaking - 
Lightly, politely and carefuh-la-lee ...
until we get free.
A low-flying bee,
a Cutie^TM
and moody 
old me.