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My Champion Beeby Robert SchechterMy bee’s in the bizof buzzing and his acclaim as a wiz has created a buzz. He’s the best that there was and the best that there is. He zags and he zigs, he zips and he zooms on flowers and twigs full of zinnia blooms. No one says Is he sufficiently busy? My bee’s in a tizzy. He’s making me dizzy. His thorax is fuzzy. I love him because he hums without singing and doesn’t like stinging. His business is buzzin’. He sucks from a dozen flowers his cousin the fly never was in. The blooms that he’s chosen to stick his bee-nose in are those pollen grows in and sweet nectar flows in. He hovers there, frozen, as if he were posin’ but he’s only sipping to fuel still more zipping and zagging and zooming after resuming his dance through the blooming blossoms perfuming throughout honey season the garden my bee’s in.
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Robert Schechter has had poems and translations published in Light Quarterly, Anon, Evansville Review, Poetry East, among other journals.