Jasper

[Hawkman]

You know my name is legion, with my cohorts sent to plague
and only entomologists’ enquiry I assuage;
with armour, black and yellow, I’m equipped with poison lance
and the picnickers I harry as around their jam I dance.
I like to drink from beer cans, leave footprints in the butter
and when I catch unwary lips I sure can make ‘em splutter.
But even when they kill me I will stab ‘em as I die
emitting dreadful pheromones, that call my sisters nigh;
and then amid the buzzing swarm their shrieks can all be heard
though by the wildly flapping arms, my hoard’s aggression’s stirred.
But when the autumn comes around and apple trees are fruitful
I like to sup on cider drinks and they can make me brutal.
I’ll eat a hole in fruity orbs and there I’ll make a home
until unwary humans bite; I’ll sting ‘em to the bone.
And if I’m very lucky then I’ll kill my killer too,
allergic shock can slay a careless human just like you.
I have no other purpose than to feed and reproduce
and make your life a living hell, at least so I deduce;
‘cause if I’d been in Eden when young Eve was feeling peckish,
she’d never have got near that tree as naked flesh I relish.
So God, in petty spite I think, ensured she would remember,
by making wasps the guardians of orchards in September.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Genesis redivivus? And a whole lot more fun than the original!

[hillwalker]

Aristophenes eat your heart out..... another fine poem Hawk, with your vivid eye for the forces of the natural world.

[Jerrybaldy]

< swats Hawk. As a child I used to catch you little buggers in a jam jar with a pierced lid. Seems you are a lot wiser these days.
entertaining as always
JB

[Hawkman]

Genesis redivivus? And a whole lot more fun than the original!

In the beginning there was the word, and the word was wasp, and the wasp was the word. and the wasp looked upon the world and saw that she was without purpose, so she said, "Let there be man, that I might plague him," and lo, there was man (and woman too) and Lo, the wasp plagued them and still does.

Thanks my Prince, glad you enjoyed it.


Aristophenes eat your heart out..... another fine poem Hawk, with your vivid eye for the forces of the natural world.

Hi hill, a little ditty inspired by the little blighter I found adhering to my tent on sunday as i was dismantling it :D It lives no more, although it definately wasn't at its best even before I finished with it. Too many discarded beer cans lying about I expect.


< swats Hawk. As a child I used to catch you little buggers in a jam jar with a pierced lid. Seems you are a lot wiser these days.
entertaining as always
JB

Comrade Bald one, it pleases me to please, but I suspect your karma will be heavier than mine. :D Maybe you'll come back as a jasper and end up snared by a cruel infant in your turn...

Thank you all for reading and commenting.

Live long and prosper, (even as a wasp Jerry)

H

[lallison]

When i was reading the first few lines I was thinking, "What is Hawk up to now? Is he writing some sort of Dungens and Dragons verse." Then I got to the forth line, where all is revealed. My jaw dropped and i lay back in my chair overcome with laughter. Thanks for that. A superlative exercise in creativity and outdoor absquatulation from our arthropod pals.

[Hawkman]

:D

Glad you enjoyed my vindication of the vespiform. Hope you didn't do yourself a mischief from laughing too hard, and I trust you were able to remain undecanted from your chair!

Thanks for stopping by to read my bit of nonsense and for taking time to let me know you had. Stay loose!

Live and be well, H