A Flash of Inspiration

Take heed of my plight, see the light, do only that which is right!
 
I was wandering in the woods  
Admiring the spring sunshine
The daffodils and crocuses  
Were withered and wasted  
Now brash Bluebells boldly bounced  
 
‘Neath shady trees honey bees  
Weaved erratically from bloom to bloom  
Their murmur filled me with mesmeric magic  
A nearby robin chirped a challenge to his chums  
Whilst a beautiful blackbird sang a soulful mating melody  
 
Poetic inspiration came from these soporific sounds  
I sat beneath the boughs of a pathside pine  
Soon I drifted into the arms of Morpheus  
I awoke with a start as a bee stung my private part  
Pulling out my perforated penile prong  
 
I leapt lamenting and
Wailing woefully  
Whilst waving my wounded Willie  
In the cooling breeze  
To ease, perchance, the pounding pain  
 
The sting caused the serious swelling  
I did not see the gaggle of Girl Guides  
Out on their weekend walk  
And that, your honour,  
Concludes the case for my defence