The Big Sting - Poem by Ima Ryma
The Asian giant hornet. yes,
I get big as a sparrow bird.
I sting a human and best guess,
The human's demise has occurred.
I really hate humans a bunch.
They're always trying to trap me,
And then deep fry me for their lunch.
I wish my world was human free.
And now they've found that I secrete
A hornet juice that can enhance
Their sexual bon appetit,
Giving them more dance in their pants.
They're the ones that I really mind -
Horny hornets of human kind.
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