Try not to leave your mouth
open to long.
Something might fly in,
could go wrong.
Bee's, fly's, wasp's and mosquitoes,
don't seem to mind were they land.
Even the buzzing sound drives me nut's,
I know what is planned it's a slap of my hand.
I could just try and stand still,
have much more will.
maybe they would just fly away,
no need to Kill.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem