Mad As a Hornet
I strike as a hornet.
Swear I'll win with this Sonnet.
Stripes black and yellow I'm the 'Yellow-Jacket'.
Grammar was poor and weak like my zero-budget.
With this sonnet I'm mad as a hornet.
With rhymes I'm the queen of the wasps.
See the way you gasp when your sinking?
Its the way you'll bust when you find these words stinging.
Hornet and a Bee makes a good paradox.
I asked Shakespeare now this poem is as nice as a meat at spur.
You have stirred up a hornet's nest.
Now with this poem you'll sit-up and rest.
Its a powerful insect.
In grammar I strike with an impact.
Copyright © Guru Mordecai | Year Posted 2015
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