Yellowjackets

I piled my plate with ribs, Potato salad and pulled pork, Then grabbed a beer, a napkin And my plastic knife and fork. The picnic table beckoned So we sat to have our meal, Not knowing that our dinner Would turn into an ordeal. For out of nowhere there appeared A yellowjacket pair, Alighting on my plate, my food, My beer, my hand, my hair. Perhaps it was the honey In the saucy-coated ribs That attracted these invaders Out to claim their rightful dibs. I swatted and deflected them But I could clearly see That a peaceful, laid-back barbecue This wasn't meant to bee!