Strange Brew by John Deering for May 20, 2019

Aw. They met cute.

She “touche” my hearth.

Fencing is no barrier to bees. Sweet, huh.

He gives her hives, she likes to get her point across.

She stabs him, he stings her, they’re happy.

There will be no open-faced sandwiches at the wedding reception.

Que sera, sera,

What will bee, will bee

They must think of each other as the bees knees…

He makes a beeline to her next match.

Took a second, but then I fell out of my chair.

Zorro! And who’s the other guy??

Wait until they remove their face guards and they find they both are butt ugly.

Let this BEE known, the sword is mightier than the sting….

Only one of them carries a foil? We know who calls the shots in that relationship.

And on Fridays they both wear the Jason Voorhees mask?

How can he tell if it is the buzz of a bee or the electronic score from the foil?

We have the lady in our neighborhood who is the only person in the world to make these certain new suits that are the most recent innovation in that type of suit. I was impressed! I hope nobody gets stung!

Rapier/Apiary mixup? OK, as long as they’re happy..

She’s all set, she has her epee-pen.

Not so far off: Bees have little tiny swords too, sort of.

As long as she does not fence his hive, and he does not sting her sword.