Mr. Bee a nice fellow
He was everything but mellow
Mr. Bee had a sneaky voice often sounded like a whine
Ironically, he hated yellow
He thought this girl was hot
She did not
He had a friend named stripes
They always fought
Stripes liked this girl to
The poor girl had no clue what to do
They hissed and yelled
She tossed and turned
Couldn’t sleep at night
She hated them both
She wishes he was dead
One day she got so sick of it
Grabbed a blade and pressed it against her throat
She cried as blood rocketed out of her skin
And then blew her head
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