Around the streets

Hello bee, show me 

to the beehive.

This honey isn’t yours

BOY BYE.

Look, love, I see the

hallo in your eyes.

why don’t you come over

and we grab a beer

or two.

Is this boy mad?

excuse me, I said,

this honey isn’t yours

BOY

Bee! why are you

trying to sting me now?

yellow, black. see the

colors in my heart.

I only want this nectar

for you.

sorry! I’m not interested.

pfft! that’s why your

honey tastes like a widow’s

sweat.

what did you say?