Robert Makes His Will
By Elton Camp
Someday I’ll depart this time of strife.
My will distributes what I had in life.
Ere long I’ll be bones and rotten.
By all my friends well forgotten.
My wife gets a large monthly ration.
If she fulfills just a single stipulation.
She must quickly take another spouse,
Stay married, and live in the same house.
It seems a bit strange to you?
This is what I now hope to do.
Few will mourn my passing, but yet
One man my death will sure regret.
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