The Buzzer

That Challenges my Superiority Lives in My Garden

Photo by Jazeel Jaz on Unsplash

Its buzzing comes and goes
But never really slows.
It launches at my nose
As if I smell of rose.
It strikes from every side;
My hands with cheeks collide.

I wave my hands in vain —
The empty space I rein.
The wicked buzzer tho
Would duck my mighty blow
And with increasing zeal
It soaks in my appeal.

It hovers at my ear;
Then checks my dark red beer;
Next, freezes on my bun
And goes for a shameless run
When my annoyed left finger
Above its wings still linger.

It’s gone —
Move on!

It’s back —
I thwack.

The game’s not over yet —
My wrath, it hasn’t met.
I grab the magic spray —
Let’s see who’s now the prey.

I sweet repellent squirt
Onto my summer shirt;
Onto my linen skirt;
Onto my…