Summer rain so warm and wet
only to be expected, yet….
I see a bit of blue sky there
Come my love, let’s not despair
*
It’s ages since we picnicked here
and now the sun’s come out it’s clear
we’ll sit down here beneath the trees
and rest our plates upon our knees
*
Oh, don’t you love a picnic tea
Ouch! I’ve been stung – a bumble bee!
Peter Matthews, a country boy at heart, lives with his wife of 47 years in the suburbs of Nottingham, England. His greatest achievement is that he has aged fairly gracefully but has avoided growing up. Peter has written poetry from the age of sixteen and blogs regularly at www.pollymermaid.wordpress.com.
Whispers and Echoes 
That ’twas a wasp and not a bee
Attracted by your jam you see.
If you had stuck with Shippam’s paste
You’d not have had to flee in haste.
But nevermind, here a cloud
To cover your picnic with its shroud
What’s that another shower?
Drenching you in leafy bower.
No need for gloom, all is not lost
Even though you’re tempest tossed.
Fire up the Primus, brew some tea
The cup that cheers will comfort thee,
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Oh dearie me
It was a bee
I’m feeling glum
It stung my bum!
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Oh no my friend it was not so
(Your bum is on your backside, no?)
That was a wasp and not a bee
I was there and I could see.
Wasp or bee it was not fair
For everyone to laugh and stare
But really Pete you were a sight
Dancing up and down with fright.
A wasp sting really is no fun
But still no cause to come undone
Get your trousers back on old chum
That’s enough of your naked bum.
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OH! 🙂
AW! 🙂
WHAT?!?! Yikes! 😮
HA! 😀
(((HUGS))) 🙂
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Thank you Carolyn!
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They were laying in wait for you!
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