I may have reached an all time low with this poem (seriously, comparing bees to Jackson Pollack??) But I was intrigue by this article Bees Feed on M&M Waste and Produce Colored Honey and then I got a bit gross with it. I apologize if I’ve put anyone off honey, but Alton Brown taught me the sad truth about it years ago;)

drunk on wasted

sugar, Pollack

bees dart sixty-two miles

before collapsing in a neon

puddle of consumable

vomit.