The Lily And The Bee

Virgin white that lily was, proud of her purity
She didn’t understand about the stingers of the bee
All she wanted in her life was protection and some care
And thought perhaps this brazen bug might have a bit to share

In all his finery he came and buzzed the lily near
And she was taken by his looks, ignoring any fear
He showered her with flowery praise that made her petals blush
Coaxing her to open up and feel his manly rush

At first she found his boldness fun, a treat beyond compare
But realized, by now too late, she needed to beware
The bee pulled out his stinger and he grabbed the lily tight
Her desperate begs and pleas and tears only aided his delight

The softness of his buzzing took a turn to sounding mean
His body bulged and twisted, appearing most obscene
She tried her best to run away and leave this evil beast
But she was overpowered as the strength in him increased

The whiteness of her petals fair turned a black and blue
As blood so red ran down her stem; despair within her grew
The bee was in a frenzy now; lashing, biting stings
With lily helpless in his grasp, he flapped and beat his wings

The honey he was craving, he stole and he consumed
And lily came to realize she might no longer bloom
The whiteness of her petals would come back a different shade
The pride she once held close at heart already set to fade

After several hours, the bee fell deep in rest
With battered, beaten lily still alive and feeling blessed
She gathered what was left of her and slowly crept away
Knowing now she'd never be a part of life’s bouquet

Lily healed her outer wounds where others couldn’t see
She even managed faking pride in other’s company
But deep inside she felt dried up, tarnished, damaged, used
A feeling shared by anyone whose beaten and abused

The bee went on to buzz his stuff, not caring what he’d done
His handsome ways and fancy looks were all part of his fun
The lily blamed herself for what had happened that dark night
And sadly begged the bee to take her back into his sight.