Busy Bee
        (Ode to Viagra)

I once was such a busy bee,
But now my sting is humble.
My apiary won't go ape.
My bee will barely bumble.

It's sad because nothing's abuzz.
My hive is hardly humming.
My queen has flown, and every drone
Is busy doing nothing.

My workers shirk, refuse to work
Or fill their pollen sacks.
My honey output's on the wane,
And none of my bees wax.

O, for brimful honeycombs
Pouring sweetness like Niagara,
When bumble-bee could tumble bee
And didn't need...bee-agra!