Funeral Dirge for Son3

Alas poor child! Poor boy! Poor man!
He hastened to obey the will of his father,
And ended in a fall!
The rock of doom was in his path!
Its presence he did not perceive!
Alas! Alas! It is too late!
He falls! He's down! He's mortally wounded!
The younger brother flies down the path with all possible haste,
But is not in time!
With the great wisdom that younger brothers have,
He bestowed upon our poor injured boy these comforting words:
"Which foot hurts?"
Ah, the wisdom of younger brothers!
Our poor unfortunate fellow was a fabulous fine man!
He excelled at hunting, fishing, and what-not!
(We used to call it debate, now we call it what-not.)
We all shall miss him deeply!
He was a true hero!
We all mourn his passing with tears and black clothing!
We bury him with heavy hearts!
How we will miss him!
Our poor child! Our poor boy! Our poor man!
Our poor friend!




Now that the funeral is over, did anyone bring dessert?

To understand this post, read the two most recent posts at http://jayhawks-quarry.blogspot.com/ .