Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Have a Few Drinks

Bloom hopping this butterfly be

To celebrate coming of Spring.

Guzzling down the nectar is me.

Shot after shot I've been drinking.

How many blooms have I been to?

I lost count a long time ago.

Who can do math on nectar brew?

Power of flower, doncha know!

I guess it's about time to get

On my way home, call it a day.

The Missus, yes, will be upset.

I'll calm her in my loving way.

Carry pollen to pay my tab,

Nectar drunk so will call a cab.