Love is love
Of that I'm sure
Just like crystal clear honey
Golden and pure
My neighbours are
A same sex couple
No parties or noise
Not antisocial
Last week I delivered
A simple gift
A shade 12 welding glass
To watch the eclipse
Lesbian A was really pleased...
(I decided to protect their identities)
She told me that
Her father kept bees
And has an abundance of
Fine honeys
It's viscous and sweet
With a warm loving golden glow
Would I like a jar?
How could I say no?
Lesbian B
Then went to her car
Where she procured me
My very own jar
Not hard and set
It's clear and runny
My very special jar
Of lesbian honey
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Author:
Syd (
Offline) - Published: August 18th, 2026 05:04
- Comment from author about the poem: True story.
- Category: Humor
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- Users favorite of this poem: Tristan Robert Lange

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Comments4
Funny how we take certain aspects of a person and judge them by it. What I consider none of my business becomes an issue of discrimination. People are people and we all are different but somehow the same. Well written
Hi Sorenbarret, yes people can be judgemental. I'm very tolerant myself, I like people as long as they're good people regardless of their sexuality.
I hope this read as a lighthearted fun write as I intended. I appreciate any and all honest feedback.
Thanks for reading and commenting.
Much appreciated - Syd 🍄
My pleasure Syd
I would say you've hit the jackpot.
Honey is the nectar of the gods.
A and B, it seems to me are a dream come true.
Hi Paul,
I love honey. It's very good for you too. I hope there's a lot more where that came from.
Cheers - Syd 🍄
This is a warm, goofy little poem about neighborly kindness, with the “lesbian honey” payoff giving it a damn playful twist. I like that the whole thing stays affectionate rather than preachy—the gift goes both ways, and everyone ends up with something sweet.
Hi Thomas,
Thank you. That was my intention "affectionate rather than preachy"
Appreciated - Syd 🍄
Syd, this is such a charming celebration of neighborly generosity. One thoughtful gesture produces another, and the honey becomes a perfect symbol for the warmth exchanged between people...sweet in every sense, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Hi Tristan, that's exactly how this write was intended. They're good neighbours, I hope there's plenty more honey to be had.
Thank you for your kind comment and support. Much appreciated - Syd 🍄
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