Bumblebee

Busy little bumble bee flying through the trees stops to smell a yellow rose then flys right next to me instinct says to swat and holler and run straight for the hills But against my better judgement I decide to just sit still He lands right on my shoulder then moves down to my lap it seems as if this little guy is settling in for a comfy nap. I wounder why he chose me to land on to rest his little wings. Then my mind begins to wander and think of other things Its been quite a while now stuck under this tiny bee I'm beginning to get tired and I really have to pee I try to shift my legs a little maybe he'll take the hint But as I try to move him off I realize something, I'm wearing flower print.