Wise Bee.

All she ever wanted was peace,
From the noise of her children's screams,
On the way back from school, in the car
Singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.

All she ever wanted was quiet,
From the barking of her dog, Ryan.
Yapping and howling all day long,
Playing around with her husbands thong.

All she ever wanted was silence,
From the neighbor's music virus,
Each night, partying to the 70's anthems,
As well as their unusual tantrums.

So she sat down on a yellow and blue chair,
"Finally" she sighed, her legs up in the air,
But as she began to read the Times,
A fuzzy little insect crawled up her thigh.

"Buzz, buzz" It spoke. She screamed aloud.
"Go away!" She ran, as it followed her around.
When it had finally vanquished, She sat back down.
Yet as she did, she heard a sound.

It had fooled her, she thought.
"Buzz, buzz" It spoke.
"Why are you doing this? she questioned the bee.
Thinking it wouldn't answer thee.

But the bee spoke in a squeaky tone,
"You will never find peace, Harmony,
You will always find sound."