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barbsdad2003
Jul 07, 2007 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Last Will

Now I’ve left this life
of extraordinary pain

and rugged strife
without much gain,

I confess of riches
I have none.

So it is with pleasure
in goodly measure

I bequeath
my old false teeth

to my eldest son.

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Quillsvein1

18 years 10 months ago

Clever and biting

This poem has an intricate structure to it and a melancholy sort of beauty--you impart your false teeth to your eldest son (that's what I mean by clever) thereby preparing him for further battle in the neverending struggle of organic existence. This is involving and obviously took work to write, if I'm getting the correct vibe. Good job.