Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Rest Stop

As I was flying on my way,

Below, a rosebush beckoned me,

Inviting me to stop and stay.

No other place I had to be,

And so upon the rosebush, I

Alit, from rose to rose I went,

Taking from each a gift supply

Of very pleasant sight and scent.

And of course at each rose I drank

Serving of nectar, tasty toast.

Of course at each rose I did thank

Each rose for being a nice host.

On the rosebush, well treated guest,

This butterfly had a nice rest.