I walked out on to my back deck

Thinkin’ to myself aw, what the heck

I gonna’ sit right down and have myself a beer

And stare at the lake and watch the boats

And confirm the rumor of wild goats

When a wasp landed right there on my knee

I believe in Kharma and everything

So I didn’t really think that he would sting

But I’ll be damned if he didn’t jab my hide

No provocation and it seemed so silly

To poke me for no good reason really

Thank goodness for the medicinal power of alcohol

But I got mad as the bee sting burned

It was now my chance to have Kharma returned

So I walked over to the faucet

And grabbed the water hose

I blasted their nest for sweet revenge

But they all flew out and one of them……

Stung my nose

There’s a moral to the story but it’s not good

When you’re drinkin’ beer deep in the wood

And assuming you don’t wish to do something you’ll regret

Spend some money on a big mosquito net

Copyright 2010 Patrick A Granfors