Stung
I simply chose
a family of wasps
from which came you
I should be grateful
you found another
Now I can recover
My arse black and blue
I should have see the warnings
A nest of nasty things
Each one took their turn
And bit me till it burn
Hurt I do feel
Cautious I may be
Bitter I am not
Was blind but now I see
I simply chose
A family of wasps
When I am a bee
