(This is a fictional poem) <br /> <br />I eat flapjacks every morning and I like them with honey. <br />But I'm really cheap and I don't like to spend money. <br />I wanted free honey so I bought a beehive. <br />One hundred bees stung me at once and I'm lucky to be alive. <br />A few of the bees stung me in my ears. <br />You'll have to talk louder because it's hard for me to hear. <br />Ten bees flew up my pants legs and stung my penis. <br />They had me hopping all around, you should've seen us. <br />When I got out of the hospital, I decided to set fire to my bees. <br />But some of them escaped and they stung the hell out of me. <br />Take it from me, it's awful to get stung. <br />One of the bees flew in my mouth and attacked my tongue. <br />Now I have problems hearing and speaking. <br />I learned the hard way that I shouldn't have taken up beekeeping.<br /><br />Randy Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/those-rotten-bees/
