Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Psychedelic Trip

It's the so cool seventies, man,

Bunch of us hippies hop into

The glow in  dark peace/lovebug van,

And do a desert run, we do.

Late at night in cacti and sand,

Magic mushrooms and LSD

Sweep us into a wild dreamland,

High hallucinations to see.

Awesome auroras come to sight,

Illuminating 'cross the sky,

As each of our minds take flight

Up to a psychedelic high.

On the long morn trip back to town

It is a bummer coming down.