Wasp Lore
By mark_yelland-brown
Tue, 16 Aug 2011
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I've hung jars of jam and water,
and felt not a jot of remorse,
counting 19, 20 drowned bodies.
anthropomorphise,
to really hate something so small,
to flail like a `dementor`,
to panic as if encroaching disaster was actually monstrous,
the fear of the `sting`.
They don't die you know,
they keep on stinging,
and don't tell me to `keep still!` That doesn't work.
We infect our children with the same fear,
and then the stories,
the 2 up the trouser leg,
that feels so much more
than an urban myth.
The worst thing?
They seem to be arrogantly, urgently,
determined to get you.
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*grins* I thoroughly
*grins*
I thoroughly enjoyed this... extremely well written, or as my blues loving father used to say
" It's got chops "
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You can feel remorse, so
You can feel remorse, so long as you've forgotten how sore the sting is
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