That Stinging Pain Poem by Phil Soar
That Stinging Pain
It's happened again, that stinging pain
I never learn to keep away from them
The wasps in the summer, waiting to sting me
Hiding in flowers, along with the odd bee
When I say 'Odd Bee', I'm unsure of my meaning
I think I mean a singular one, dreaming
It's a Pity the wasp doesn't sting the bee
But all it's likely to do, is sting me
Tuesday, August 4, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: humour,insects
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