The spotlight shining dimly-
On a wooden stage.
Tinting the red curtains-
And dark backdrop-
A soft daffodil.
As the bees float around,
Carrying a different letter each.
Flying in and out of the light.
Their wings reflect the answers of each contestant.
Am I the only one who finds it hard to focus-
With this obnoxious buzzing?
A contestant reaches up for a letter,
But the bee stings their hand and turns away.
Now declared the loser-
The contestant returns to their seat.
Honeycombs ooze the sweet substance and drip with doubt.
Honey tangles my hair as it falls down.