Edward kept his rather poor short stories

In a battered Chinese vase

 

He knew that he lacked the talent of his older brother

But he liked writing for himself

 

He hid his Chinese vase in the attic

Under the only window in the room

 

The attic window could not be immediately seen

From the garden and the drive

 

This comforted Edward as he did not want his Chinese vase

To be discovered

 

Edward held the only key to the attic room

And its window had been nailed shut

 

The Chinese vase was well over one hundred years old

But it was of little value

 

Edward liked the fact that his valueless stories

Were kept in a valueless vase

 

Edward was a Soviet Agent