Stung

I simply chose 

A family of wasps

From which came you

I should be grateful

You found another

Now I can recover

My arse black and blue

I should have seen the warnings

A nest of nasty things 

Each one took their turn

And bit me till it burn

But life is about lessons 

And I have learned mine 

My mistake, my bad

This I now clearly see

I simply chose 

A family of wasps

And I am a bee