Robert Makes His Will

A husband composes his last will and testament.

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.