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Wasp and I


One summer day Lazing by the window I saw a wasp Orange and yellow I jumped from the chair Screaming in fear Afraid of the sting As the wasp flew near I jumped up and down Though not yet stung The tug of war Already begun I shooed and swatted With all my might Hiding behind the curtains Shaking with fright I opened the windows Closed the doors Pulled down my sleeves Then swatted some more I switched on the fan Whooshed like the wind Made quite a racket Even threw some things I prayed to the dieties To protect me from the sting I called for mommy I sang all the hymns Despite all my efforts The wasp was winning And though i couldn't see I was sure it was grinning I surrendered the fight My hands in a clasp And as I ran through the door Out followed the wasp!
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