Five-minute sonnet

I wonder would you like a cup of tea
From sunny India where the tiger roams;
Or cocoa from that land across the sea
Where elephants and lions make their home.

I've Kenyan coffee, some from far Brazil,
And sugar from the beets of Lincolnshire.
And if your tender nerves are prone to thrill
I've even got decaffeinated here.

No, what I want's a pint - and make it snappy -

With frothy bubbles foaming at the brim

- regards to Keats the great -I touch my cap.

I wish I could have shared a round with him.

See, sonnet-writing isn't quite so hard,

Affectionately, Bolingbroke the Bard.

Celebrity is the mask that eats the face of those who wear it.

John Updike