Flavored by Flowers
By Brent Johnson, Clam Gulch
About “bee gold” there is an obsession
but it isn’t a color or even a possession.
It isn’t an age, though that’s a suggestion,
those words are a buzz for motley expression!
Take a bee gold bike and vintage is growing
it must have size and distinction worth showing.
It might be blue, yellow or black as night
and the words have to fit in a sentence just right.
We could hear of a bee gold rainbow
if sunlit vapor hits the right angle.
Or we might have a bee gold snake
if there is a point that is creepy to make.
Bees have been busy to meld their idiom
and who can say it isn’t a pretty one?
But apiary vocabulary include terms with no class
you’ve heard it before in the sound of “bee gas.”
I won’t belabor words that just stink
like a bee gas car, excuse my wink.
Or a bee gas bear straight from the creek
honey be dripping from the tongue in his cheek!
