Oh, well, I might as well be hanged for a goat as a kid.
Jacob’s ladder to success
My brother Esau is a hairy man,
But that’s no reason why he should inherit
The goats, the wives, the whole damned caravan.
What has the fellow ever done to merit
Such preferential treatment, other than
Emerging first, as furry as a ferret?
The firstborn gets the lot since time began;
It isn’t fair, you’d think at least we’d share it.
But I’ve just rescued from the garbage can
A goatskin body-stocking; when I wear it,
Old sightless Isaac, father of our clan,
Will think I’m Esau - from the smell, he’d swear it.
With antiquated fingers, he will scan
My hirsute form, right down to pubic hair. It
Can hardly fail, for his attention-span
Is feebler than a goldfish in midair; it
Will be a lucrative investment plan -
Although I’m not intending to declare it.
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