Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Matter of Taste

A young bee left the hive for first

Time out alone to buzz around,

Flew to a flower to quench thirst,

And then met a fly who was bound

To find something it liked to eat,

And flowers did not be that source.

So the bee thought of honey sweet,

And told the fly 'bout it of course,

Then offered to take the fly to

The bee hive for some honey taste.

The fly said no thanks, and then flew

Off to find some freshly dumped waste.

A fly might like honey, but sure

Does like a lot better - manure.