George George George

George one, two, and three had planned to make a fort,
but procedure and materials they simply could not sort.

Said the youngest to the elders, "I'll build my fort the best"
And dug a hole deep underground at his own behest.

"One!" said two, "That will not do. To build that under land."
"I'll build mine here I do declare!" And fashioned it by hand.

Three saw two's fort on the earth and said, "Myself as a three,"
"Shall build my fort above the ground!" And chose a sturdy tree

George the second, third, and first worked tireless through the night,
and the next day stood three strong forts that glistened in the light.

As evening came a storm approached and the brothers hid in fear.
In their own forts they closed themselves as the weather traveled near.

The fates laughed as lightening struck the clubhouse in the tree.
The great oak cracked and quickly felled the fort of brother three.

And it fell, shockingly, on the fort of brother two.
For foresight with proximity had not stated what to do.

Trapped by clubhouse two and three, one sat in his chair.
And tried to find means of escape as he quickly gasped for air.

The brothers all met afterwards and laughed in common strife.
For each had done what he thought best to shield him from this life.

The moral to this story, if there is one I can say.
Don't worry building stupid forts. We all die anyway.