Free verse № 20254
A Little Life
The Humble little Bumblebee,
It fly's around oh cann't you see.
It comes from yonder little tree,
And stings people like you and me.
Afterwards it only dies,
And makes little children cry.
But all I want to know is why,
It can't just say a little 'Goodbye'.
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cann't <-- can't
cute poem, but in something so small the little problems really are mountains. flow/rhythm/etc are off and the rhymes feel forced. :/
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