Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Please Pardon Me

A bumblebee is flying o'er

A bunch of flowers down below,

Where will be sweet nectar galore,

So in a beeline there does go.

But then the bumblebee does grouse,

Seeing the flowers being picked

One by one by a tiny mouse.

The bumblebee does buzz quite ticked,

"Hey mouse, you're picking flowers I"

"Thirst for, your picking better end."

The very scared mouse does reply,

"I'm sorry, they're for my girlfriend."

The mouse does get a pardoning

From the bumblebee's lethal sting.