Bri Edwards And The Bees Poem by Kim Barney

Bri was telling me that as a young boy he loved to roam the woods. One day he kicked a rotten log, hoping to scare out a snake or something. The ‘something' turned out to be a swarm of angry bees, which began stinging him on the head. He says ‘While bees stung my scalp I pummeled them with a plastic bag in which I was carrying a sandwich.' I asked him if he still ate the sandwich later, but he has not yet responded to that. I also told him that he should write a poem about it. Since he has still not responded, I decided to write one from his viewpoint. I also don't know what kind of sandwich he had that day, but for this poem I am making it be a sandwich of peanut butter and (what else?) honey, of course.