Now you may laugh until you cry,
At this poetic story-like tale;
But before I start, I cross my heart,
That this story is true as well.
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While at an Indian Reservation Pow Wow, I made a terrible choice of sitting on a bleacher that housed underneath, many yellow jackets..I was stung numerous times, feeling as if venom pulsed throughout my body...most notably my bottom! I was taken to first aid tent, where the medicine man told me to apply a sliced onion to the spot to remove stingers and the red hot pain....His offer to help, I declined...went home, took his advice and happily found it rang true. Your poem stings of truth! ! ! Enjoyed with amusement. PEACE
Very funny. He died from being disemboweled though not from glee. Very humorous piece