Stung Poems - Poems about Stung

One bee out of many in f l i g h t~~~~ Arrived in my garden in f r i ...

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They surrounded me With utter hatred Flying in sting Sting yellow jacket Pain and swelling Filled my hands Oh what burning These brilliant yet Barbaric creatures Can inflict upon a soul My innocent composure Was just trying to fix Rotten wood Devious yellow striped Whipper smackers Of ill will do they know? Obviously or they would Be equipped with Some other form Of...

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A high stakes gambler who lives in Marquette is in Nevada alone and in debt Now homeless in Reno behind a casino he craves just one more game of roulette 2/8/22...

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While a worker was out back working he had been stung in the back by a wasp. while he was out back he had been stung in the back he will not be back...

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While a worker was out back working he had been stung in the back by a wasp. while he was out back he had been stung in the back he will not be back...

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When the call of adventure dawned on the wayfaring traveller He sat down at the rock face quite tearful weary and sweaty Thought about fate meaning and streamed in consciousness A poet with a license to kill time and serene wavering spirit Fond of nature and nurture he looked down a perilous cliff Life had been poisonous recently...

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I am in my outside office mad as a stung hornet. It has been so long since I have used this computer I do not know if it is on or off. I have pushed the on-off button sixteen times. Too bad I didn’t push it once and rest my fingers since it is a rocker switch....

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There was a beekeeper named Floyd who had thousands of bees deployed. He neglected their hives a threat to their lives. Soon thereafter Floyd became void....

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I feel guilty, For something I didn’t do, Am lovelorn, Hurt beyond measure. Even after taking an oath of fealty. The state of me being grandeur…… Isn’t there no more. I cry like a babe! All these bog me down, The pressure within me, Even the saplings will die by feeling it. I get this treatment because of the faute de mieux in me Am ain’t an...

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Bob Bills married a lady for her money, She left because he treated her crummy. He yearned to play the field But it had nothing to yield. Now he has neither money nor a honey....

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It was no longer a vague errand, She was determined to accost him She had overcome at last the dread Of having to face her painful dilemma With a vigorous jerk of her head She shook off many a great doubt. Never before had she undertaken A task more intense or more onerous But rather...

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