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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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