There Are Bees In The Walls in The Amalgamated Aggromulator

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My parents talk after I turn out the light.
They speak in low voices far into the night.
They will stay together, because they can’t fight,
Because of the bees in the walls.

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My friends’ houses have ugly paintings that fail.
Not our house. Just blank walls, wide, smooth, and pale.
It would be a very bad thing to drive in a nail,
Because of the bees in the walls.

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I had some nice kittens, Scamp, Violet, and Peep.
I last saw them each in a small fluffy heap.
Now only the huge humming lulls me to sleep,
The hum of the bees in the walls.

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I had a nice gramma, her wig pinky-red.
There was sound from her scalp when we found her slumped dead.
We buried my gram with a hive in her head,
A gift from the bees in the walls.

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Last updated June 25, 2016