The Last Will And Testament Of Poet Robert E. Poem by Bob and Alex Eichen

I, Robert E., being of sound mind and body, do hearby lay down this last will and testament.

To my Mother and Father: I leave my undying thanks for teaching me to read, for instilling in me a love of poetry, and for taking me to the library to practise that love.

To my Brother: I leave my pen, pencil, and eraser. I leave, also, my remaining paper in the hopes that he will one day unlock his poetic potential.

To my Sister: I leave all the personal effects of my late wife. Both she and I will have no further use for them.

To my eldest Son: I leave the words silver, orange, and purple, in the hopes that. one day, he will find rhymes for them.

To my youngest Son: I leave the title to my latest poem, 'Freakishly Large'. I have not gotten around to writing the poem itself, but I wanted you to, at least, have the title.

I love you all so much!

It was my desire to leave each of you a large sum of money. However, being a poet, I have no money or possessions. All I leave behind is a collection of bad poems. Please take the ones you would like and donate the rest to charity.

I have decided that my death will be tomorrow at 10: 00 AM, with a short funeral service the following day at 11: 00AM.

Yours poetically,
Robert E.