My Old Poems (2011)

Sweet Honey #40

This Sweet Honey

That fills the air

It's not worth money

I wonder where

This stuff so sweet

Can be found

This treat 

Is all around 

You're not looking hard enough

You only see it when you squint

This battle so rough

Your sword drawn and legs bent

You need to prepare 

For he is near

You stepped into his lair

There is no need to fear

With this stuff so sweet

You will never lose

You will meet

But he fails to amuse

He is ready to attack

You hold your shield 

He's back

Your sword to wield

He tries to tear you apart

He can't if you stay true

Now is the time to start

But there are very few

That are committed 

Many reject this stuff

Many are omitted

Hey I didn't say it wouldn't be rough