Stupidity cannot be fixed

But can certainly be defined

Moronic acts so obvious

The head stuck in the behind

We had a bee hive in our spa

I sought to smoke them out

So I got 4 pieces of charcoal

To instigate the rout

I placed them in a ceramic dish

Squirted fluid and lit the flame

For the sad results of this bright act

I have my idiot self to blame

The coals burned to their normal gray

The smoke wafted towards the nest

 I moved the dish a little closer

The bees were unimpressed

The dish felt cool as I slid it over

Near the slot the bees were using

So I gave up and went inside

My failed attempt was not amusing

I watched some baseball, ate lasagna

Had some beers and fooled around

Saturday’s hours had been consumed

So I went to bed and asleep fell sound

About two a.m. the doggie woofed

I heard raindrops on the porch

But window curtain was flashing orange

And my spa was a flaming torch!!

I raced buck naked out the door

Grabbed a hose and began to douse

I had gotten there just in time

Before it spread back to the house

Of course I count my blessings

Although the spa is now destroyed

Eileen came in and said the bees are back

Now I’m beginning to get annoyed

Copyright 2010 Patrick Granfors