Full Yellow Jacket
Posted By Randy on July 26, 2016
As you all know, I don’t mete out death lightly. That being said, there are some affronts that cannot be ignored and being the recipient of an unprovoked attack by a Wasp is one of them.
I would also point out that had I come to know the offender was a transient whose home was nowhere nearby, I would have rescinded my oath and let the matter go. As it turned out however, his offense was magnified by belonging to a gang that had invaded the sanctity of my Home, and that, Goode Reader, is decidedly not on.
This is a poem of insult and revenge, based on recent events.
Full Yellow Jacket
By LFM
One lovely day some weeks ago
While out to take the air,
By unprovok-ed ambuscade,
I was assaulted there.
A Yellowjacket Wasp came in
And stung me on my arm.
I knew not where he haled from then,
Nor why he meant me harm.
No single angry word had passed
Between the Wasp and I,
Nor will there ever be because
I quickly helped him die.
And standing o’er his corpse I swore
An oath most dark and deep —
I’d find and visit all his kin
With murder in their sleep.
The hunt was long and arduous,
And took me weeks to find
The door to Yellowjacket Hall
For canny are their kind.
They came and went by ones and twos
Thence sped upon their ways,
And never did they recognize
Me watching them for days.
They’d built their nest inside my wall,
Hard by my entrance door,
Their portal underneath the sill
Was easy to ignore.
And then one night all tucked inside,
A narrow rubber hose
Did find its way into their home,
So still in Wasp repose.
The nest, its halls and chambers now
Lie silent to their core.
A monument to perils found
By living at Death’s door.
Remind me not to piss you off………..
Guess what colour underwear I had on when this went down. If that doesn't make sense, read yesterday's poem.