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I Stumble on a Humble BumbleMy ramble for a bramble, through my garden I search, Being observed from above, by a sparrow on a perch, Horny, thorny bushes, diligently protecting their fruit, Being adorned with gloves, and thick socks in a boot, Yet stunning but cunning, is nature's answer to man, Trying to obtain my treasure, taste my fruit if you can, Then a smug little bug, happily meanders over a leaf, Oblivious of bush defences, struts the fruity little thief, Alas a humble fuzzy bumble, buzzes to a flower nearby, Seen feasting on nectar, it's yellow stripes and black tie, It's very trying when flying, with their gossamer wings, Hovering over fragrant blossoms, as insects they're kings, My fingers never lingers, on a berry sapphire black, Delicate yet delicious, busy honey bees fill their sac, Sharing but caring, we're able to share our treasure, Magnificent black berry, giving taste buds pleasure Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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