One house gave me alliteration instead of candy; it’s so much easier when you don’t have to check for razor blades (a poem of Halloween gore)

Do you have to be old like me to understand the razor blade reference?

A note on the killing of bees or anything anything else. I almost never kill anything unless it comes in the house. If you’re a bee or a spider in the outside world, we’re just fine; that’s where you’re supposed to be, and I’m not going to mess with you in your home. When you come into ours, however, and you have a stinger or a mouth that bites, well…that’s my deal breaker. Adios, seńor bee; if you could just have two minutes back…

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I broke a bee with a book

on a page of mathematics homework

on a table that used to be in

the back corner of a bar;

I assure you I broke it but good.

Now there’s like three or four

different bit-pieces of bee

on the book and the table and the paper below.

Maybe if he’d thought again

about coming in the house,

this would have turned out

better for the bee.

Good thing Brawny is

the quicker picker upper.