OF AUBERGINES AND QUEENS

OF AUBERGINES AND QUEENS

Hidden in a flower sat a bee and hummed,
I bent to smell it, and my nose it stung.
I let out a howl and held my face,
Sat on the grass feeling stunned.

It turned red, blue and finally purple,
Till it resembled something horrible,
Instead of help my friends laughed and stared,
To an Aubergine it was compared.

Holding on to dignity fading fast,
I stood upright like a queen at last,
“Thank you all,” I said, not feeling proud,
Thinking, that would lose the crowd.

But still they stood and cracked their jokes,
Till I could their eyes with a poker poked,
Caring not for my hurting nose,
They carried on stepping on my toes.

A mirror was produced from a source unknown,
In it my purple nose was shown,
“See how it swells,” they cried in glee,
Till I wished I could turn and flee.

“Pull out the sting,” some one said,
“Then it will not be so large and red.”
Where was the sting? I tried to see,
Oh no, it cannot that little black dot be.

Right on the tip of my very big nose,
The sting stood poised with a dancers pose,
It stuck out a little I could feel,
With a fingernail, it I tried to peel.

I gave it up it hurt too much,
To a doctors office I had me rush,
With gentle touch and words to sooth,
Doctor made the going smooth.

Some tincture that made me dance and sing,
A strip of plaster on top of the sting,
I made my way fast back home,
Never, to sniff a flower sworn.

Sujata

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