Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 As Water Flows

For centuries on the estate

Cascading waterfalls are spilt

Through lovely gardens quite ornate.

An English privileged rich man built,

A widower rich from dead wife

And from the bribes collected in

Public office all of his life,

Just one of many greedy men

Who build monuments to oneself,

Then retire and selfishly view

The waters falling shelf to shelf,

Shared only with those well to do.

National Trust Estate now be,

Allowing common folk to see.