A sleepy wasp whizzed and buzzed
over the garden fence.
He drifted over flower beds,
and thought with no common sense,
to land on a washing line full of clothes,
Why he did this, no wasp knows.
He nestled in the laundry,
snug as a bug.
But something rudely stirred him,
when he went flying with a tug
off the washing line and through the air
Missing the garden table and chair.
The wasp landed in a bucket,
piled high with pants and socks,
and was transported into a house,
where the moving bucket stopped.
The wasp finally had the chance to flee,
But when the moment came, did he?
No! The little stinger stayed put,
ready for his long winter sleep,
He was pushed into a cupboard,
and made no buzz or peep.
He snuggled into the depths of the drawer,
and drifted off to sleep, thinking no more.
A burst of light woke him up,
as the drawer began to open.
With a gruff tug and rough shake,
It was too early to be woken!
The irritated wasp was buzzing and begging,
to be left alone in this cosy pair of leggings.
The little wasp was horrified,
when a leg pushed through the clothes,
He was almost scratched and crushed
by five ginormous toes.
The furious wasp buzzed, enough is enough!
He knew what to do; he could be tough!
He crawled to the top of a very short leg,
(he didn’t have far to climb)
and he stung
and he stung
and he stung
and he stung
until finally he was fiercely flung
with the clothes at rapid speed,
across the room and finally freed.
Grandma spoke about her wasp stings,
and buzzed on about it for days,
Her stinger wounds eventually healed
but she hasn’t changed her ways;
She still hangs laundry on the line
Of course, she will check for wasps every time.
The mystery now lies with the wasp,
Where on earth did he go?
Is he out there searching for laundry,
or hiding under your nose?
He had whooshed and whizzed out of the clothes,
But where he landed next, no one knows.
Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 7:44 AM UTC
A sleepy wasp whizzed and buzzed
over the garden fence.
He drifted over flower beds,
and thought with no common sense,
to land on a washing line full of clothes,
Why he did this, no wasp knows.
He nestled in the laundry,
snug as a bug.
But something rudely stirred him,
when he went flying with a tug
off the washing line and through the air
Missing the garden table and chair.
The wasp landed in a bucket,
piled high with pants and socks,
and was transported into a house,
where the moving bucket stopped.
The wasp finally had the chance to flee,
But when the moment came, did he?
No! The little stinger stayed put,
ready for his long winter sleep,
He was pushed into a cupboard,
and made no buzz or peep.
He snuggled into the depths of the drawer,
and drifted off to sleep, thinking no more.
A burst of light woke him up,
as the drawer began to open.
With a gruff tug and rough shake,
It was too early to be woken!
The irritated wasp was buzzing and begging,
to be left alone in this cosy pair of leggings.
The little wasp was horrified,
when a leg pushed through the clothes,
He was almost scratched and crushed
by five ginormous toes.
The furious wasp buzzed, enough is enough!
He knew what to do; he could be tough!
He crawled to the top of a very short leg,
(he didn’t have far to climb)
and he stung
and he stung
and he stung
and he stung
until finally he was fiercely flung
with the clothes at rapid speed,
across the room and finally freed.
Grandma spoke about her wasp stings,
and buzzed on about it for days,
Her stinger wounds eventually healed
but she hasn’t changed her ways;
She still hangs laundry on the line
Of course, she will check for wasps every time.
The mystery now lies with the wasp,
Where on earth did he go?
Is he out there searching for laundry,
or hiding under your nose?
He had whooshed and whizzed out of the clothes,
But where he landed next, no one knows.
