Have A Few Drinks Poem by Ima Ryma

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.