Wasps I don't like

Despite the rain

I couldn't take the train

the man; softly-spoken

wouldn't take my token

so was walking from Dorking

though I might have be seen

on those miles in between 

for then; that sound

made me look around

but I carried along 

under the bird-song

then a buzzing commotion 

me; out with no lotion!

What will I do

if this nightmare came true

monitoring the sky

something caught my eye

once more the sound

so tumbled to the ground 

hiding by the track

feering an attack 

a wasp and his mate

there laying in-wait

I rose began screaming 

the sky began teaming

this advanced crew

knew exactly what to do

'must have ordered back-up

time to pack-up

with my arms up; screaming 

thought I was day-dreaming

my old legs a blur

away from this whir

like helicopter blades

nightmare in the everglades

I tripped and fell

this was complete hell

those biting little things

with noisy little wings

wasps are my foe

wherever I go

I don't mind a bee

or a fly following me

a worm in my hand

or a crab on the sand

A car or a train

a bus or a plane

I don't mind a bike

...but wasps I don't like!

Like wasps 'round a honey pot

People come

(Wasps come)

to this beautiful spot 

(To this great hunting ground!)

to sit 

(to annoy)

with a coffee and some cake

(because there's coffee and cake)

like wasps 'round a honey pot!

We wasps like honey,

wasps come,

to this great hunting ground,

to buzz,

and annoy!

and drink the coffee and eat the cake,.

Mmm - yum!