Reply To: The Time-Dragglers’ Extravaganzas

Igor snapped into a beehive.
He had no clue where or when he was,
so busy was he to escape the bees.

He wasn’t as good at antiporting
as that funny hussy Fanny.
The bitch! The beach! Bees don’t like water, he thought in his Russian mother tongue.

He didn’t dare open his mouth too wide,
Lest some of the inhabitants of the busy nest found a way inside.
Poor Igor, poor Pinkin, his body will always avoid bees.