The kids soon fought about the each detail of his death,
to run his business they had to choose a path.
A younger son would try to steal it all,
The older one his passions would forstall.

To save his Mom, the older travelled far,
It pained him so, to find his Dad a liar.
His younger brother tried to get increase,
removing things, til' big bro' made him cease.

This little ditty is meant to make us think,
Lest we should find that one of us, is blatantly a fink.
My mother needs to have a future that's secure,
So we'll have to help the two of them indevour to endure.

And let us guard ourselves from falling in a trap,
Where controversy and deception causes flap.
I feel that we must all be drawn together for this reason,
To help them make it through another season.

To plan together, then decide,
Our path to take, for sustenence provide.
I realize our Dad will have the final say,
But we must judge what part we each can play.

We've talked about and danced around this very subject,
So now we act, or much to late we'll reach our final verdict.
What will it be? How should a man proceed?
We need a thought, a course of action, on that we're all agreed.

So someone get a pen,
Lets put this thing on paper.
It must be put in black and white,
So we can vote upon this caper.

1) Cabin, with attached garage....
2) Maid, with gardening skills.......
3) Handyman, with very good demeanor.....
4) ......
5) ......

Let's fill in some blanks and get a proposal to mommie and daddie..... Submitted with great respect,

Raw Knee Pee