Now you may laugh until you cry,
At this poetic story-like tale;
But before I start, I cross my heart,
That this story is true as well.
I planned to watch the evening news,
So, I plopped down, a normal thing;
Then on my tender tooshie,
I felt a terrible, burning sting!
I squeezed my half eaten orange,
Around the room juice did fly;
Like a drum, my heart beat fast,
Lord knows, I thought I would die!
So I hurried to the bedroom,
My shifty wife acting fast;
Quickly pulled down my spandex,
That bee’s sting would be his last.
He fluttered and buzzed in circles,
As if he was laughing right at me;
But before I could dish out his due,
I swear he died from the glee.
Loyd C. Taylor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sting/
