Bees At CaveHill : Childrens Poetry

Looking down from Cave hill ,
picking blackberries up Napoleons nose .
Ducking and looking for cover ,
that's how the story goes .
As a wasp there was doing the
high head humming blackberry fling .
There was no getting away ,
So I turned to face it's sting .
I screamed to the coast ,
Come Holy Ghost take away this buzzing beast .
That's all was said ,
the wasp dropped dead ,
at the blackberry feast .

By Paul Mc Cann