Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 False Asphodel

A false asphodel I be named,

A plant living 'long the west coast

Of North America, now famed

For a secret I now can boast,

Thanks to the humans finding out

That my pretty white flowers do

Entice insects that be about,

And then my stalk acts as a glue.

The bugs come on me and get stuck,

And then are forced to stay for lunch,

Mine that is, as I have potluck,

Eating bugs in plantiful munch.

Humans never noticed before,

I am a rare plant carnivore.