The hungry hornet took a bite of me.

I said, “Please, hornet, won’t you let me be?”

Traded my jacket, the rest is his’try.

In his yellow jacket, he turned to sting

till I punched his nose with my wedding ring.

He turned into bull.  My red top I fling.

First he snorts, paws ground, he doesn’t wait ‘round.

I grab a hammer, throw it to the ground;

it thrusts dirt.  In his place a frog I found.

The frog croaks, “I’m a prince.  Will you kiss me?”

I refuse, he jumps, steals a kiss … gee!

Next he roars … a reptile, predatory.

“I, King Rex, will devour you in one bite.”

Quickly I seek shelter, duck from his sight,

throw a boomerang.  He fell, splattered.  Right!

Winging angrily the horrid hornet

circled ‘round about to torment

but, with a fly swatter, slapped him dormant!

With hungry hornets never make a deal.

They’ll seek to have it altered through appeal.

In defense, I’ll admit he had such zeal!