Sticky Wicked And Bit Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Sticky wicked and bit.
Now they are stung.
Sticky wicked and bit.
Now they are stunned,
By...
Feasting on their misdeeds.
That pinch...
And heat their seats.

'Oooo OW.'

Sticky wicked and bit.
Now they are stung.
Sticky wicked and bit.
Now they are stunned,
By...
Feasting on their misdeeds.
That pinch...
And heat their seats.

'Oooo OW...
What have we done now?
To get it there and stinging.
And oooo OW...
What have we done now?
To get it there to pain,
And...
To remain.'

Those are your woes,
And...
Sticky wicked and bit.
Now they are stung.
Sticky wicked and bit.
Now they are stunned,
By...
Feasting on their misdeeds.
That pinch...
And heat their seats.

'Oooo OW.
OW.
OW! '

Sticky wicked and bit.

'Oooo OW.
OW.
OW! '