Watery Grave
There once was a fellow called Dwight,
Who thought a water bed was right,
But his house caught on fire,
And the outcome was dire,
When he was poached to death that night. *
For Natalie's Fun Death contest
* Based on an old joke, like the man who tried to hang himself with a piece of elastic and bashed his brains out on the ceiling, LOL
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2011
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