Array ( [sid] => 185246 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => A fathers legacy [time] => 2018-07-03 17:14:10 [hometext] => A tale of 3 sons who inherited a sack of sugar each... [bodytext] => Their father left them all he had, five pounds of sugar more or less.
His three sons took a sack a piece; and left to find their lifes success.

The oldlest took his to a pub; and traded it for drinks.
It soon was gone; and didn’t last as long as most would think.

The second born took his to sea; but soon came home again;
His sugar, left out on the deck; had melted in the rain.

The third son left for foreign lands; where hed heard the reigning king;
Had a sickly daughter who refused to eat a thing.

The posters in this little town proclaimed to grant a wish,
To anyone who could prepare such a royal dish,
That once his daughter tasted it; she just could not resist.

He stood in line for hours; while others tried to win her;
Then from his sack he sprinkled some sugar on her dinner!

She cleaned the plate and asked for more; the brothers fate was sealed.
The king gave him a castle; and knighthood as he kneeled.

The moral of the story, I leave dear ones to you.
Not rain nor drinks can beat, me thinks a royal ingenue
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A fathers legacy
Date: Tuesday, 3rd July 2018 @ 05:14:10 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry


Contributed By: softerware

Their father left them all he had, five pounds of sugar more or less.
His three sons took a sack a piece; and left to find their lifes success.

The oldlest took his to a pub; and traded it for drinks.
It soon was gone; and didn’t last as long as most would think.

The second born took his to sea; but soon came home again;
His sugar, left out on the deck; had melted in the rain.

The third son left for foreign lands; where hed heard the reigning king;
Had a sickly daughter who refused to eat a thing.

The posters in this little town proclaimed to grant a wish,
To anyone who could prepare such a royal dish,
That once his daughter tasted it; she just could not resist.

He stood in line for hours; while others tried to win her;
Then from his sack he sprinkled some sugar on her dinner!

She cleaned the plate and asked for more; the brothers fate was sealed.
The king gave him a castle; and knighthood as he kneeled.

The moral of the story, I leave dear ones to you.
Not rain nor drinks can beat, me thinks a royal ingenue
Who will not eat, what is not sweet; to trust your future to!

This poem is Copyright © softerware



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