What the hell! Look here, I don't know what kinda fruity website this is but I gotta make this quick. Optimus is gonna freak.

I got shit to do! Sparkplug was just huffin up my tailpipe about how he wanted try out some new cybertronian fuel. Yeah whatever. Just cause I'm small doesn't mean I can't kick some Decepticon butt. Still, I'm always the Guinie Pig. One day, Pow! I'm gonna knock that Sparkplug square in the grill.

Hey, I'm not like the bees on this blog. I'm a giant robot car and I don't have time to fly around and write poetry all day. I got shit going on! Optimus and Prowl want me to negotiate a new fuel treaty with the humans in Washington D.C. so I gotta roll out. These Waspy-A-holes are out writing poems about collecting pollen, and I'm spending my free time saving the human race. They should guest write on my blog.

Look this better not get out. The guys would never let me live this down.

Here's my poem:



Tough Bumblebee don't get no love
Put me back together
Bumblebee don't need your love
I can love myself better.

Roses are red,
tulips are pink,
Optimus Prime rules
and Shockwave stinks

Grimlock smash
And Bumblebee darts
Dinosaur no match
for quick little smarts

Saving the day?
that's all I do
poems are for suckers
and you smell like one too.

--Bumblebee 2006

Forget everything you know.

Bumblebees are taking over.

short stump plump stripey bees

spring yes spring spring
we're here


bumble diddity, bumble ditty hoo
bumble did did bumble bumble
did

spring time means flowers, spring forth my bee people bees, you are not people.

You are bees.

Like me.

Protect the Queen!

Hooray!