My Brother Ethelred
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One morning, eating breakfast,
My brother shook his head.
“Why did you just shake your head,
Oh Ethelred?” I said.
He looked at me quite sheepishly
When I called out his name.
“I was dreaming I was on the line
In an important game.
The outside left was bursting through,
The defenders all came out.
The referee glanced up at me,
But me, I had no doubt.
I shook my head to indicate
‘Twas not offside,” he said.
‘Twas then I realised I loved
My brother Ethelred.
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