What happens when woman meets wasps?
Who is the more treacherous?
Who wins when all are dead on the floor?
Who is the more savage?
Monday 19 Sep 2011
“I am just an ordinary individual…
With no malice in my heart.
I would ’t hurt a flea!”—as I throw the dart
Isn’t that what they all say?
When accused of the part
Of the murder in the dark!
Yet this morning
I must confess to my crime
Murder was the color of my mime
Stealthily I crept into the cold cellar
They all would be dead in no time
Revenge was definitely mine
Carefully I plotted
Raising the can of Wasp Killer
A can in each hand of the cold chiller
Pushing the button with frenzy
Poison spewing needing no filler
Yes, yes, the Wasp Murder Thriller!
“What have I done!
Now hundreds lie dead on the floor
They fly and breathe no more
Vengence leaving a bitter taste
And I am sick to the core!
There is no vaccine for this sore!
All that the wasps wanted
Was to share my home
A corner for that one little cone
But a space I could not spare
Not to those pesky drones!
No 911 for them to phone!
Now, I, left with the guilt
Of my murderous deed,
My treacherous creed
Must weep for these creatures
Savage am I, I must cede!
Compassion I must feed.