by, Jackie Hosking
There once was a princess who lived far away
She loved to pick bunches of flowers each day
She’d wake up at daybreak to honey on toast
Because that was the breakfast she wanted the most
Honey on toast was her favourite thing
Which dismayed both her parents, the Queen and the King
“I’ll only eat honey,” the Princess declared
So beehives were purchase, so they’d all be prepared
The thought of their Princess without any honey
Just wasn’t a thought that they thought very funny
Then after her breakfast with snippers in hand
The Princess snipped bunches all over the land
Big ones and small ones and ones in-between
Blue ones and red ones, pink ones and green
Then back to the palace with all of the flowers
Arranging and pruning for hours and hours
Daffodils, Daisies, Petunias and Roses
Delighting the small and the biggest of noses
Then one summer’s day, the sun was quite sunny
The Princess awoke to her toast with no honey
The hives were all empty, the bees had all vanished
The Princess declared that her parents be banished
She sniffled and she sobbed and she mumbled and muttered
And finally surrendered to toast peanut buttered
Full but not happy the Princess once more
Picked up her snippers and strode out the door
She walked and she walked for mile upon mile
Looking for posies to help make her smile
She searched and she hunted for hours and hours
But to her dismay there were truly no flowers
Not one single rose bush, not even a daisy
No honey, no flowers, the world had gone crazy
The Princess, defeated, went home empty handed
“Where are my honey and flowers?” she demanded
She opened the windows and howled like a hound
But her cries were drowned out by a strange buzzing sound
The bees that had vanished returned in a hurry
And flew to the vases of flowers in a flurry
Bee after bee, flower after flower
Hour after hour after hour after hour
The Princess gave up trying to shoo them away
And she lay on her bed for the rest of the day.
Exhausted the Princess was soon fast asleep
And she dreamt of a honey well, fifty feet deep
She woke the next morning and to her surprise
There on the table, in front of her eyes
All golden and sticky, delicious and runny
The largest most beautiful fresh jar of honey
The Princess assumed that a well had been found
A huge honey well buried deep underground
She called back her parents, the King and the Queen
“I’m sorry,” she said, “for being so mean.
“Can you show me the honey well filled up with honey?”
And the King and Queen thought the Princess was funny
The Princess however, not seeing the joke
Tried hard not to holler the next time she spoke
“So where did it come from? Explain to me please?”
“Pollen and nectar, flowers and bees!”
The Princess, confused, needed further instruction
On flowers and bees and honey production
So it seemed that her picking of bunches each day
Had caused all the bees to fly far away
To search for more nectar, they weren’t being callous
Then they found that the flowers were all in the palace
Finally the Princess, now wide awake
Understood that her picking had been a mistake
While posies look pretty inside palace towers
Honey on toast needs a land full of flowers
~The End~
About the Author
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Categories: Stories
ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE!
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Thanks Jo 🙂
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