Those Rotten Bees!

(This is a fictional poem) I eat flapjacks every morning and I like them with honey. But I'm really cheap and I don't like to spend money. I wanted free honey so I bought a beehive. One hundred bees stung me at once and I'm lucky to be alive. A few of the bees stung me in my ears. You'll have to talk louder because it's hard for me to hear. Ten bees flew up my pants legs and stung my *****. They had me hopping all around, you should've seen us. When I got out of the hospital, I decided to set fire to my bees. But some of them escaped and they stung the hell out of me. Take it from me, it's awful to get stung. One of the bees flew in my mouth and attacked my tongue. Now I have problems hearing and speaking. I learned the hard way that I shouldn't have taken up beekeeping.