Never Digress Or Jest

I hope and pray, I never die like this. For this would not have any bliss. Running to a room with pain in chest, Maybe from something I did digest. Hoping to get rid of something thwarted, Dying from heart attack as it departed. Sitting upon a white porcelain throne, This is not the way I want to be known. Though hopefully my actions will pass, Maybe oh maybe, it’s only a little gas. If I were a king, then I wouldn’t mind. Upon a golden throne they would find. That I had died in gracious peace at last. Though, my before mentioned place aghast, Since I am no king, to pass away in jest, There’re worse ways to die, then doing my best. Written for Sponsor Natalie The Rogue Rhymer Contest Name Die A 'Fun' Death Contest