Wasps I Don't Like
Despite the rainI couldn't take the trainthe man; softly-spokenwouldn't take my tokenso was walking from Dorkingthough I might have be seenon those miles in between for then; that soundmade me look aroundbut I carried along under the bird-songthen a buzzing commotion me; out with no lotion!What will I doif this nightmare came truemonitoring the skysomething caught my eyeonce more the soundso tumbled to the ground hiding by the trackfeering an attack a wasp and his matethere laying in-waitI rose began screaming the sky began teamingthis advanced crewknew exactly what to do'must have ordered back-uptime to pack-upwith my arms up; screaming thought I was day-dreamingmy old legs a bluraway from this whirlike helicopter bladesnightmare in the evergladesI tripped and fellthis was complete hellthose biting little thingswith noisy little wingswasps are my foewherever I goI don't mind a beeor a fly following mea worm in my handor a crab on the sandA car or a traina bus or a planeI don't mind a bike...but wasps I don't like!