Invitations

My dear ambassador, I am afraid

that I'm unable to join your pompous parade

of digniaries on Thursday evening,

because I am working my way through 

seven seasons of The West Wing.

Such an enthralling drama, I have found; 

it passed me by first time around.

How thoughtfyl of you to invite me 

to this exhibition by contemportay artists

on 'Post-Urban Stapc: Dislocation and Catharsis';

it's an important theme thar resonates

deep within me. But I cannot make this date,

nor indeed the next six weeks;

I have to read ten thousand tweets.

Dear Lord and Lady Asquith, I was charmed

to recieve in the post today, your card

inviting me to your supper at Hedge End - 

ever the magnificent setting. 

Gustav's profiteroles are legend.

I would love to come, I really would rather,

but I've reached a new level on Candy Crush Saga.