You've got to be kidding with this one,
It's a case of the chicken and the egg,
Pick another subject Roadburner,
This of you I beg.
For the two characters can't be compared,
They're similar, not the same,
One is calm, sauve and debonair,
The other, I suppose the same.
One has a love of adventure,
The other one does too,
One is a real killer with the opposite sex,
Of the other that is true.
One has a love of technology,
The other of old caves,
Both will not stop their travels,
'Til they're in their graves.
Indy is a real intellectual type,
The unis are his thing,
But James comes up with surprising stuff,
He's the smugness king.
Both have those rugged good looks,
Of blokes I'm not really fond,
And here I issue a type of preface,
I'm referring to the ONLY Bond.
That has to be the irrepressible Sean,
Connery is his last name,
He looked like he could take a punch,
And coolness is his game.
He's still around in films today,
A movie star type of jock,
He's gone the distance with all actors,
I loved him in "The Rock".
But Indy has some endearing charms,
He's prone to the odd mistake,
His sill things make him more believabloe,
Like us he is a flake.
So, I submit my answer here,
Before my fingers die,
You cannot have a winner now,
I declare a tie.
As a form of postscript though,
And a morale booster,
The egg nor the chicken came first,
I think it was the rooster.                                                    

Ymir