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The great wasp poem

Wasp

 

There on the fabulously, gorgeous rose, the wasp shall stand.

Minuscule hairs all over their body like a wooly hat.

With eyes reflecting the sun’s rays like an extraordinary mirror.

 

Rapid-Flyer

Nectar-Devourer

 

Wings beating as fast as a helicopter.

Mandibles chopping up prey like a blade through vines.

Antennae like extended noses in front of them.

 

Honey-sucker

Deathly-stinger

 

Stinger like a poisonous blade from its own backside.

Legs dangling out like a tarantula as it gracefully lands;

back onto the fabulously, gorgeous rose, while standing looking into the distance while full of pride.

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