Queen Bee

She scorns all your thoughts – she can’t afford many.
She mocks at your beauty, for she hasn’t any.

Her favorite chores are snuffing the wick,
pinching the sprout and lobbing the brick.

She wants it all stripped, to show you the bones
and say, “here’s the blood-sack you thought was Jones!”

Here’s Lady Contempt, for you all to look at.
‘Like’ if you’re someone she once threw the book at.

3 thoughts on “Queen Bee

  1. Great little poem, enigmatically huge,
    peppered with humor, not subterfuge.

    This kind of thing, maybe call it a ditty,
    will earn you respect, even though it’s not pretty.

    Keep up your best efforts, don’t worry ’bout us,
    we’ll stay well back listening for more than we suss.

    Glad this day stopping here reading am I,
    many gladder to come I hope, by and by.

    Like

  2. I supposed the day
    would come when
    You composed a lay
    about men.

                        (wrong tune. How about:) 
    

    *

    Now that I’ve read it
    And wish I had said it,
    My heartfelt reply
    Is to cheer.. and,
    well, sigh

    (in admiration!)
    Congratulations

    Liked by 1 person

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