Modern Sonnet 243. Hong Kong and the World During Covid. 2020, by Andrew Barker. 

In 2006 we travelled to a Middle Eastern country to attend a conference. There I met a large, jovial Scotsman who took a liking to MENA cuisine. A medieval city which lay to the East Where we were invited to parley and feast They offered their finest concoctions, to wit The roe of beluga and lamb on a spit And raiding the dishes, a lumbering Scot Who pondered but little though bantered a lot McTartan I called him, as comic device We managed to chitchat 'tween mouthfuls of rice A bonhomme from Glasgow, projecting great mirth With sonorous laughter befitting his girth His visage expansive, and ruddy of cheek His dialect so laden you'd say it was Greek "I'll tell you," he ventured, "for such is the case" "The bosses they want me for my UK face." He had just discovered the joys of kabob Accosting the buffet ahead of the mob A gluttonous boxer - for round after round He'd heap up the chicken in glistening mounds A ravenous Highlander in all save the kilt His cavernous innards he'd stuff to the hilt And now back in Alba, she frozen of mien He's happily married to dusky Shireen