Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Poems in a Museum

I wonder when I'm dead and gone

If an exhibition there be

In a poem museum on

My collection of poetry,

To be read or be listened to

By those with some reason or rhyme,

And nothing else better to do

Than to take up some space and time,

And wonder how this poet could 

Have such a collection, to wit,

None of which are really that good,

In a museum exhibit.

Through history we do exist,

A rhyming exhibitionist.