The Battle With The Bee Poem by Ima Ryma

I was taking a nature hike
By myself in boonies somewhere.
Suddenly, nature did call like
I needed stop right then and there,
Pull down my pants and squat and do
My bizness, done, pulled up my pants.
And as I did, inside there flew
A bee, buzzing, and it did dance
About, tickling against my skin.
Close encounter battle, no doubt,
And odds favored the bee to win.
Pants repulled down, the bee flew out.

That bee invaded parts of mine,
And stung me where the sun don't shine.