The Blame Game

Jonny blamed his brother Bob

For causing him to slip

Bobby blamed his mom

For asking him to mop the drip

Mother blamed their father then

For tacking in the mud

Then father blamed the heavens next

For causing such a flood

But thanked God for the rain 

As all their crops were nigh forlorn

And mother thanked the father for

His harvest's early corn

Then Bobby thanked

His mother twice for cooking him his favorite

And Jonny thanked Bob yet again

For sharing as they savored it

So in this game there's plenty blame 

For man to spread around

Passing the buck while shear dumb luck

Is sourced behind a shroud

Let truth affix volition's mix

In all that share a portion

Divine free will, as is revealed

Before logic's contortion