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"Drones"

While worker bees sweat honey from the hive
The queen commands her drones to slave away
Day by day they do her bidding
Working hard but hardly living
Hive mind syncs bees' buzz-buzz
Masterfully siphoning
Pollen from daffodils
All their labour is lost
On the tongue of a man

[Explanation]
This poem was assigned as a metric exercise in my poetry class. We were to write 9 lines of verse as follows: 2 lines of iambic pentameter, 2 lines of trochaic tetrameter, 1 line of spondaic trimeter, 2 lines of dactyllic dimeter, and 2 lines of anapestic dimeter. The lines were not required to flow together as a whole ... but I overachieved. ;P