THE WASP
Sitting in the car I pulled on my leather gloves,
First one, and just before I could pull on the other
A sudden flash of pain in the tip of my finger,
So intense that I clawed at the glove
Wrenching it off, whilst at the same time
Screaming in utter agony!
The wasp flew out of my glove
Away through the gap in the window,
And on to freedom!
Would someone free me
From this frightful pain?
I didn’t know what to do… except scream!
And he, frightened and alone -
His black and yellow striped abdomen
Tapering down to this poignant pointed poison,
Injecting his only means of defence
Into my defenceless finger -
Got off Scott-free!
In those far-off days
I had murder in my heart.
But not now!
Mind you,
I would not care
To put it to
The test!
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