A Wasp Flew In the Room Today

A wasp flew in the room today Before the class began; It hummed through the fluorescent light Then landed in my hand. He walked around the inner palm And whispered with his wings; The creature tickled me with hate And tempted me with stings. I took the wasp and said to him, “Now listen here, you beast. If you can do one thing for me, Consider this the least: You fly yourself to somewhere else And leave my hand alone; My hand belongs to someone else, So get, you dirty drone!” The wasp sat still and didn’t budge; If anything, it slept; A slothful bug, to say the least, And this I’d not accept. I then heard footsteps in the hall And heard my crush’s will; “Hurry! Leave! She’s walking in!” The wasp sat silent still. She entered through the wooden door And sat right next to me; But as she reached out for my hand That shook reluctantly, She saw the buzzing, blackened beast And screamed a deaf’ning shriek; She ran back through the wooden door, Her heels had left a streak. I then looked down and thought about The shot that I had missed; It was then, I realized, That I had clenched my fist.