As I was growing up through the years

I admired my father even tho I feared

His anger - which many times caused

A breaking of those unwritten laws



The ones which state we shall not hit

Others - whenever we get into a fit

And quite often he did just that

Then he was gone and it's old hat



And now I find I must pay homage

In some respect today to my sage

For everything he was and had

Is now apparently up for grabs



And I must appear and represent 

My old man - who's now been sent

Into the heavens above for eternity

As the family fights for identity



But the most important thing here

Is what very few know until this spear

And that is to do with his boots -

Which I now wear on each foot!



- Tristram



[on the occasion of the will-reading]