Let's have a picnic under the trees.
Between the grass blades, a hay fever sneeze.
We can watch bumblebees dancing on flowers, they're floating on air.
We can eat sandwiches, loaded with tuna and cucumber for a few hours and delicious cream cakes.

Then came forth the wasps, not so pleasant, they bothered us.
Much more than the bees did before.
Toasting summer with ma, who sat on the grass, lemonade sipped by my mother and me.
Mother said" sit still and they 'll let you be".
Me being me, just had to flap.
Waspish creature got stuck under my cap, tangled up in my sweet lacquered hair.
I panicked and ran, flicked him out of my hair, out he flew.
Straight up my swirly pink gingham skirt.
Little beast got me, my how it hurt.
(c) Livvi MMCV