Now you may laugh until you cry,
At this poetic story-like tale;
But before I start, I cross my heart,
That this yarn is true as well.
I planned to watch the evening news,
I plopped down, my normal thing;
When back there on my tender tooshie,
I felt a burning sting!
I squeezed my half eaten orange,
Its juice towards the ceiling did fly;
My heart beat like a thumping drum,
Lord knows, I thought I would die!
So I hurried to the bedroom,
My shifty wife moved fast;
Quickly pulled my spandex down,
This sting of me would be his last!
He fluttered and buzzed in circles,
As if making sport of me;
But before I could dish out his due,
I swear he died from glee.
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Written by Loyd Taylor, May 2009
Author Notes: Embarrassing, this is based on a true story.
This poem is entered in "The words are the same contest" The words we are required to use are: (laugh, cry, sting, fly, orange, heart, beat, shifty, bear, poetic). I hope you enjoy, Loyd
THE STING
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