Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

oh how I espouse
my philosophy
floating around
like a tumbling
tumbleweed
no buddha am I
fact is when they
fly, all round my head
that's when i see
red......it's getting
colder each morn
these pesky varmits
are ready to be shorn
a wave of the hand
knocks em to the ground
i look down on em
with a sadistic frown
and squish em.

man you are operating with both barrels tonight - go big go blam!

well the bees are finally settling down...its nov. 1st at midnight and alls well on the job finally....thanx for your response mingo

b.s. bees
but can't live without 'em

wasps worse
i show them the door

they become memories with the advent of the first frost, awaiting the return....