Saturday, September 6, 2008

YEAR 2008 MUSINGS

Winter finally moved aside, And bowed to springtime sun,
Shook up the trees with warming breeze, Pretending spring had come.
All dwellers got excited when, Trees burst their buds to bloom,
Bees woke up and spread their wings, And rushed for honey's boom.

Too early! some guards warned aloud, Jack Frost could nip with chill,
Main leaders say,"Let's raise our pay," And reached out for the till."
Queen leader ordered help to rush, And do their detailed dance,
To hurry workers to the fields, More frost? Just take a chance.

Astronomers, and weather maps, Their forces studied all,
The weather window for spring's bloom, Tried to meet their call,
And for the honey gatherers The honey pots soon filled,
Then balance on the scales fell, As gathered honey spilled.

Some worker bees got sick and died, It was a sad estate,
Sunshine hours, were they too short, Or global warming's fate?
Infighting of the palace queens, Caused some to lose their heads,
Let's make a change, and make amends, Both provinces and feds.

The workers screamed and shouted while, The boss said, "I'll explain,
You must know how smart we are, The best for all, we aim.
All who lost their B.C. jobs, May to Alberta go,
Where richest oil fields are found, We'll offer them more dough."

And so they wrangled all around, And pointed fingers too,
Telling others who did wrong, And made so much ado.
World thinks Canada is rich, Alberta now debt free,
New workers here take five an hour, 'Cause they are learning bees.
Contributed

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