They hold no honey, my own!

Plastic flowers on the highway,

So striking to the eye,

In every hue of the rainbow,

In myriad colours galore!

Soon cars pull up,

People tumble out,

Amidst many Oohs and Aahs,

Little haggling and bickering,

Bouquets adorn dashboards,

And on rear decks, sit many more!

The bright blooms nod their heads,

As the cars speed away!

A mother and son walk by,

The boy tugging at her hand,

“Mommy, mommy, where are the bees?

I don’t see any!”

With a smile, the mother replies,

“These flowers, so bright and beckoning,

They hold no honey, my own!”