Whisper-soft, the honeybees
With glossy lips, "Now honey, please"
"Won't you listen to me?"
"Simply pluck this apple from the shelf
And eating it, you'll transform yourself
From this horrid state."
Tears come unbidden to my eyes
Her honeyed voice cannot disguise
The sting of words behind her.
Any other might accept the deal
But doing so, instead they seal
Their fate to those who "helped" them.
Now, really, fellows, in my defense
I simply did not mean offense
But tread lightly 'round the beehive.