Poems- Not your own.

[xoxoxoBruce]

A last will and testament in 1732.
To my dear Wife, My Joy and Life, I freely now do give her
My whole Estate, With all my Plate, Being just about to leave her.
A Tub of Soap, a long Cart Rope, A Frying-pan and Kettle,
An Ashes Pail, A threshing Flail, An iron Wedge and Beetle.
Two painted Chairs, Nine warden Pears, A large old dripping-platter,
The Bed of Hay, On which I lay, An old Sauce pan for Butter.
A little Mugg, A Two quart Jugg, A Bottle full of Brandy:
A Looking-Glass To See your Face, You'll find it very handy.
A Musket true As ever flew, A Pound of Shot & Wallet,
A Leather Sash, My Calabash, My Powder-horn & Bullets.
An old Sword blade, A Garden Spade, A Hoe, a Rake, a Ladder,
A wooden Cann, A close-stool Pan, A Clyster-pipe and Bladder.
A greasy Hat, My old Ram-Cat, a Yard and half of Linnen,
A por of Grease, A woollen Fleece, In order for your Spinning.
A small-tooth Comb, An ashen Broom, A Candlestick and Hatchet,
A Coverlid Strip'd down with Red, A Bag of Rags to patch it.
A ragged mat, A Tub of Fat; A Book put out by Bunyan,
Another Book By Robin Rook; A Skain or two of Spunyarn.
An old black Muff, Some Garden Stuff, A Quantity of Burrage,
Some Devils Weed And Burdock Seed, To season well your Porridge.
A Chafing-Dish, With one Salt Fish, If I am not mistaken,
a Leg of Pork, A broken Pork, And half a flitch of bacon.
A Spinning Wheel, One Peck of Meal, A Knife without a Handle,
A rusty Lamp, Two Quarts of Samp, A piece of Tallow-Candle.
My Pouch and Pipes, Two Oxen Tripes, An oaken Dish well carved,
My little Dog, and spotted Hog, With two young Pigs just starved.
This is my Stove, I have no more, I heartily do give it.