Bumblebee Dance

Bumblebee Dance
By Larry Linville

It was way back in the days of old
when cars without air cooling were sold.
I drove with the windows open wide
and a big bumblebee flew inside

He hit my chest and fell to the seat
somewhere between my belt and my feet.
I did not know just where he went
but my quick searching would not relent.

I’m sure he must have been stunned a bit
and I saw that devil right where I sit
while driving sixty down the road
I tried to move before he’d explode.

With foot on the pedal I tried to stand
so I could reach him with my right hand.
The car was swerving and so was I
trying to keep him from stinging my thigh.

We must have driven for several miles
with other drivers giving me smiles.
At last I got that pest to the floor
and gave him a kick right out the door.

When put to music this awkward prance
is my invention of a new dance.
Not like the twist but it could go far
if I could just do it outside the car.