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