Serendipity ...

Dusting around, he tried,
To let it leave when it did like;
The wasp was taking a ride
On his lonely, idle bike.

Only the seat unwiped, the wasp flit
From the tank to the mirror,
With the clock's hands further split,
He had had it, had the lessor.

Bringing out the vacuum cleaner,
He set it to blow hot air;
The wasp ignored his demeanour,
And it flipped before it did fare.

That night, there was a buzz again,
The same wasp or its aper,
A sting caused the same pain,
So, to be safe, he rolled the paper.

One swing, and the wasp flew lower,
Before slowly scaling the wall,
Seemingly searching, was the tiptoer,
For a den from where it could stall.

It did find one, with a metallic inside,
And snuck in, wings withdrawn;
If its buzz was evil or snide,
It wasn't long before it was gone.

Entering a socket with a dead switch,
It'd shown electricity could kill;
A zappy swatter could make him rich,
The serendipity gave him a thrill.