A Wasp Thinking

A wasp flying in the gazebo with me

hovered about in the roof thinking:

There’s paperwork to be done here.

September, nearly October, eh?

Canada! How slender my waist!

I don’t think anyone knows where I am.

What a delightful deal I have—

to be in this world with a mackerel sky! 

Holy mackerel! Who cares what gets done!