I’d like to write a sonnet
About the bees inside my bonnet
They give my car its power
Because inside the engine
Are teeny wind turbines
Disguised as colourful flowers

And when my engine comes a’buzzing,
It’s all the neighbours are discussing

No fuel will you find
In that engine of mine
But the tank it is full of honey
No speed does it lack
Painted yellow and black
And the best part is it saves me money

And when my car does its thing
It makes the neighbours’ envy sting

The flapping of wings
Creates tiny winds
That generate electricity
And if you should
Look under the hood
You’ll see a little bee city.

Bees in My Bonnet - A short funny poem about a honey-powered hotrod.