Bees cannot fly, scientists have proved it.
It is all to do with wingspan and body weight.
Aerodynamically incapable of sustained flight,
Bees simply cannot fly. And yet they do.
There’s one there, unaware of its dodgy ratios,
A noisy bubble, a helium-filled steamroller.
Fat and proud of it, buzzing around the garden
As if it were the last day of the spring sales.
Trying on all the brightest flowers, squeezing itself
Into frilly numbers three sizes too small.
Bees can fly, there’s no need to prove it. And sting.
When stung, do scientists refuse to believe it?