My cousin Michael asked me to contribute to the cause
But when I think of Brian, I regret I find no flaws
A situation you might think deserves some mild applause
Though others may consider more in line for wild guffaws.
Let’s go back to the start to when we all first met at Bray
For in those lazy summers all we ever did was play
But being so grown up he clocked we’d not a lot to say
So sensibly, he’d leave we ‘kids’ with minimum delay.
Our journey then continued at both Summerfields and Stowe
Where our beloved parents thought the three of us should go
And though we didn’t cross paths much he put on one fine show
Until the day when asked what’s next and stammered “I don’t know”.
The Colonies were fun we heard so Brian duly went
And with the golf and sunshine must have deemed them heaven sent
And some years later so did I, though not with my consent
But to repay my indolence and savings that I’d spent.
Now Brian’s best career move would involve some strange bar code
The blasted things were everywhere, on bottles by the load
Their usage inexplicably continues to explode
Which seems to keep his empire ‘oh so sweetly’ on the road.
It wasn’t long before dear Brian made up his mind to wed
A lovely girl, who let’s be frank, may well have been misled
But as it turned out both their occupations streaked ahead
And soon a bundle came along, a new mouth to be fed.
Since then decades have past and here we find ourselves again
Another wedding day from which I sadly must abstain
To bride and groom I raise a glass of finest French champagne
And pray that laughter ever fills the long years that remain.