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The Rocket



Ronnie’s feathered touch is on show

on baize.

His white queen charms red ball bee swarms.

 

Ronnie’s rectangle shines under strip lights.

His drones are pink with chalk kisses.

 

Ronnie courts the crowd with century breaks.

His yellow globe is bursting with honey.

 

Ronnie’s winning an eighth UK title.

His workers are blue, green, and brown.

These are Ronnie’s sea and his stage of Earth.

 

His black is the vastness of space

and angles, power, and control of bees.

Blink and you miss Ronnie and art!

 

The hive’s finale expels the white queen.

The world gasps as the cue ball jumps.



Stephen Paul Wren

 

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