Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Space Sonneteer

I am a poet lost in space,

Was not too good when I got here,

But only poet in this place,

So I'm thought of as a Shakespeare.

On an asteroid I did land.

There's a Starbucks I hang out in,

Writing verse that none understand,

About true love through thick and thin.

Sipping latte, I pay my way

By selling sonnets as a norm.

I got mixed reviews on display.

Critics be in any life form.

Stuck in alien place and time,

Got no reason so I've got rhyme.