Once more the April sun lights up our day
No coat required, quite tired, the early light
Terminating nocturnal fantasy
Long day cheerfully banishing short night
One thing was on my mind - I couldn't wait
To get my new tattoo put on my arm
I'd chosen the Manchester bee in flight
A busy creature suited to the warm
While I was there a real bee - not a swarm
Thank God - flew into the tattoo shop. They
Caught it under a glass. Yes, it was quite
A coincidence. Bees sting, and the form
Of a bee on my arm did, certainly
As the needle took bite after harsh bite
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