Slow Down Please . . . . .

I worked for an architectural practice,
they were all uni graduates - not poor old me,
told them to slow down so I knew what they meant, 
they bit their lip - surprisingly gave me good intent.

I was not fazed, rather I was slightly amazed,
that I was accepted albeit between some false teeth;
when everyone is better, you don't know what to do,
but then I thought, hey - I'm not so bad after all.

All those qualifications disappeared, suddenly I was feared,
that's it, I spent two months designing a barbecue,
someone else had a hospital with a fancy chimney,
I said that he spent two years designing a flue.

I was good, there was nothing you could take away from me,
they were smart but not enough to do Sydney Opera House.