The Wasp Poem by Tony Elsby (Poems of life and love)

A curious and thirsty wasp,
So sadly to relate,
Happened by my woodland hut
And made a big mistake,
Not for him a dewy leaf,
To see his parched mouth kissed
But a liquid landing in a glass of red,
As I was getting pissed,
It must have been a minute or two
Before I saw his plight,
His desperation ever worse,
The more he tried to fight,
And as I looked on, the wasp was heard,
To beg release from hell,
He was drowning fast, his wings awash,
In an ocean of Zinfandel,
And as I admired his hapless struggle,
To escape his liquid demise,
The brave young wasp raised his sodden head,
And a pleading look in his eyes,
“I may be seen as scary
But I’ve done no harm to thee,
I’ve just gone about my natural tasks,
So why not set me free?
What could I say, he won the day
And with a bookmark close at hand,
I lifted him out of oblivion,
And dropped him gently back on land
Then watched in fascination
The meticulous drying of wings,
Spinning, contorting, shaking and sorting,
I wondered what wine does to stings,
And all in good time the wasp did smile
As it took a trial flight on the wind,
Then one or two more took him high off the floor
Was it true that I heard the wasp sing?
And then he was gone but it wasn’t for long,
I soon saw him back on my table,
And with a glint in his eye, he looked at my wine,
And said: “I’ll pour you a glass now I’m able”..

Copyright 12-10-2013