Thoughts While Sipping Tea, A sonnet

I sit at my desk with tea mug in hand,

Imagining myself writing sonnets.

A sip of tea gives ideas so grand!

Oh, I could write about blue bell bonnets,

But silly it is, to write of such things,

When very little do I know of cloths.

My knowledge extends to creatures with wings,

Birds, animals, things I smell with my nose.

Flowers aplenty in gardens of sound,

There I go, shamelessly self promoting.

But there are lots of poems, just look around!

I think my next one should be on boating.

   But come to the end of this poem have we,

   Thanks for reading my random thoughts. Look! Tree!