Competing

It’s nice to win a contest. I know I, for one, have tried; But I read about one recently In which the winner died. Some folks think if something’s risky That the glory’s more intense, Which is why they may take chances When a contest makes no sense… Like the one on Broward County: Eating roaches was its goal; And the winner, thirty-two years old, Thought he was on a roll. He defeated all contenders But he got no prize; instead He collapsed and just like what he ate, He ended up quite dead. There’s a moral to this story: Watch out for the things you eat And determine if it’s worth it When deciding to compete.