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The Poisonous Sting

October 31, 2016
By JustinMcKnight BRONZE, Grand Rapids, Michigan
JustinMcKnight BRONZE, Grand Rapids, Michigan
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My hands swooped down at the miniature white fur ball
I pick him up when his back is hugging the wall
As I walked outside with him in my hand
I realized I might need a high powered fan


Giving him zero harm
I let him down from my arm
He trots away like a puny horse
And he goes to do his business of course


Once he is done I walk over to em
I try pick him up before he realizes what he's doin
As I reach, I hear a slight Bzzzz
I turn around to spot a furious bee
What a terrifying sight I see


Scared for my life
I swing my arms flailing at it
Trying to make it go away!
But as I did that it all it did was sway
I was tired from all that, it was time, I pay.


I feel a quick sour scouring pinch
As I look at my skin expecting to look like the grinch
I can’t feel my body as I am completely numb
I fall to the ground like a cookie crumb


As I was lying there paralyzed for life
I wish I had avoided that stinging knife
I couldn’t move for years to come
I am not going to be able to do anything
Not even be able to chew gum



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