“Oh, bee barf…?”
“Stop calling me that!”
“Why?” I smile knowingly.
“Because it’s an insult!”
“Not to me.” my standard response.
A decade plus later…
“All this damned time you’ve been calling me honey?” His mouth ajar.
“Yes, bee barf.”
Stupid Internet ruined everything…
A memory of the day my late-husband learned something of a sticky situation…
dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Quadrille #13
Today’s Quadrille (a poem of 44 words: no more, no less – not including the title) has to include the word jar. A word that can find many uses, as a noun or, as I’ve chosen to do, a verb (with or without an object).
Heehee. This made me laugh, and smile big. When I tell people I only do “bee barf and tree barf” (pure maple syrup) as sweeteners, they don’t know what to do with it. 😉
It is always a treat to read a lighthearted poem and smile. Thank you!
You got me there. I have called my wife that for 24 years. I’ll have to rethink that
hahaa 😀 oh dear. bee barf… *chuckles*
How cute is this, smiles !!!!
Ha… It takes time to understand… (and I had to google it too)
I’ve never heard this expression for “honey!” Ha…that’s hilarious!!
Such a delightful read ❤
Adorable. I had never heard of that term…will have to try it out. 🙂
My husband would burst into laughter if I ever called him bee barf. I like this clever poem very much!
Love it! 🙂
What a sweet exchange between two lovebirds. ❤
Aw, that’s so sweet! Made me smile…
That’s hilarious! Although I doubt my wife would appreciate it if I caked her that…even if she knew the meaning 🙂
“Called” not “caked”
😃 very creative! Made me chuckle.
Can’t really blame him. 🙂
Kinda cute. Made me smile.