The wasps

I’ve watched them build their nest of mud

Circular and rather odd!

Never seen the like before

Thought to leave them to their chore

As I come and go in my garage.

Thought to charm them with a smile

Letting them go all the while

Ignoring their threat as not worthwhile

So tiny and insignificant!

But as their nest grew and grew

Saw some heads and wings poking through

But only on that outside ring of chambers

Watched as they flew about

Getting food or whatever their scouts

Were doing?

Then one day as I got home

No longer were they nice and quiet

They attacked me!

Like bomber squadrons in wars of old

They flew at my face to sting and wage

Their war!

Though I flung my arms about

Though I yelled and then screamed out

They kept coming!

I ran for cover inside the house

Crying as I held my face

Stinging! Swelling! Painful state!

Splashing water on that place

My eyelid puffing up so fast

Enormous!

Sorry wasps my mind cried out

We could have shared the place alright

But no longer! My thoughts!

To my dear grandsons did race

What if they were to attack their little face?

Never could my mind their pain accept

The war was on!

Shouted out I to my spouse

Honey! Get those rotten wasps

They hurt me!

So armed with weapons to fight that war

We formed our solid front

And stormed them!

Fly spray and shovel long

We attacked their mighty stronghold!

Then when battle smoke was cleared again

I went to find my safety then

And covered my wounds with cooling ice!