WASP
The buzzing striped invertebrate
browsed and hovered near a cake.
Its instinct drew it to confection,
the compound eye eyed the selection.
The white-gowned woman searched in vain for spray
to end the fuselage's fleeting days
and with a cloth impaired its flight
and with a boot stamped out its life.
It left a red-yellow-black mark on the floor
I left the shop to return no more
and pondered on what might have been;
a hungerless wasp returned to its queen.
Its journey through the autumn air stolen
by a cursing white-clad, white-faced demon
who gained her grades in cookery and became a wife.
a position in the bakery - a job for life:
serving cakes and scones and bread
and abusing men of gingerbread.
Oh yes, the Devil is in her eyes,
her favourite sport is killing flies
and anything which takes a fancy
to her sugar, spice and candy.
But, I fear she'll reincarnate
as a buzzing striped invertebrate.
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