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Bee-stung Vacation

Tell me, tell me, the whole nine yards
Of ripening grapes, messed-up vineyards
Oh, and then, the ringing stings
The sado-M delights that strange and bites bring
Sickle-scratchers? SICKLE-scrapers??
Such strange ways, such odd capers!
If this be, oh me, a supposed vacation
It doesn't matter, dear me, whatever the location
Humans, at last, must buck the odds
The recreation lies, in defying the sods!