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FIRST WORLD

In this bantam island we are fond of first:

first date first marriage first festival and

funeral are all red letter days. We turned on our first

traffic light by accident in Cassava Ghaut

complete with amber. Coupled with our first

tunnel, we have miles to boast of on the ground;

our Nobel prize  had better not be far away.

 

We had our first test cricketer the other day

and in the running now for a Usain Bolt.

With a slate of runs and a slew of goals,

we will no longer be third world, but first.

 

Howard A. Fergus

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In this bantam island we are fond of first:

first date first marriage first festival and

funeral are all red letter days. We turned on our first

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traffic light by accident in Cassava Ghaut

complete with amber. Coupled with our first

tunnel, we have miles to boast of on the ground;

our Nobel prize  had better not be far away.

 

We had our first test cricketer the other day

and in the running now for a Usain Bolt.

With a slate of runs and a slew of goals,

we will no longer be third world, but first.

 

Howard A. Fergus