The Unknown Yellowjacket Poem by Randy McClave

The unknown YellowJacket died here
And no one did shed a tear,
Instead the assailant shouted out with laughter and a cheer
Because, of his anger and hate and fear.
He killed the wondering YellowJacket dead
With one hard swift hit to its head,
After it had landed on his precious bread
"I hope you burn in Hell", he laughed and said.
He screamed YellowJacket's are just a pest
Pain and annoyance is their only and truest quest,
Terror is by which they are known best
They never give the soul any true rest.
The fallen YellowJacket was then given a eulogy
For all other YellowJacket to hear and see,
Sadly he wasn't seen or known logically
Wasps, Hornets and Bees were there with sympathy.
We YellowJacket feed abundantly on insect pests and harmful flies
And on caterpillars at which many cries,
We are beneficial around home gardens where insects lies
But, it's us the people want dead, the YellowJacket sighs.
The YellowJacket was protecting a garden where flies and insects stayed
Where harmful flies, caterpillars and other insects are sprayed,
In that spot there the YellowJacket was slayed
This is now where the unknown YellowJacket once laid.

Randy L. McClave