A poem I wrote about my brother back in 1998 after an incident when he was biking home from Lynn to Hunstanton.
Astride the bike, and pedalling fast,
our Jed, en route to Huns'ton wast
whence overtook by wasps, was he,
who stung with marked ferocity.
He dropped the bike and tried to run -
the wasps did follow. Oh what fun!
Five welts - their trophies on his skin -
Jed swears he'll ne'er do that ag'in!