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Saturday, November 15, 2008, 07:00
When I was but a junior
I was very quick
My brother though was rather slow
Whilst I a clever Dick
As we progressed I passed all tests
My knowledge was extensive
I then went up to grammar school
My brother comprehensive
I then went up to Oxford
I always knew I would
Whilst my brother got employment
In a sawmill sawing wood
No future could I see in that
For him I felt but pity
Whilst I adorned in bowler hat
Found a post up in the city
Working hard in high finance
I rose to dizzy heights
Making money just by chance
And blowing it by night
I never rang my brother
For it was plain to see
However he was doing
It was not so good as me
The stock exchange was booming
Making lots of cash
My bank account was blooming
Then came the sudden crash
I'd nothing left, I felt bereft
At my financial loss
My brother in the meantime
Had risen to be boss
Head of many factories
Spread across the land
With a dolly bird called Claire Denise
And a lifestyle that was grand
Looking back in retrospect
I think that my high intellect
Was more a hindrance in life's plan
That's why today I drive a van
My brother is so good to me
The van I drive is his
Transporting high class furniture
From Swansea to Cadiz
With my fluency in Spanish
I have a cunning plan
I'll erect a sawmill here in Spain
And nick my brother's van
Then pit my wits against his firm
And to prove that he is dim
Sell furniture to re-affirm
I'm brainier than him.
Glyn Jones
Llewellyn Circle, Mayhill, Swansea.
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