Bona Fide Boaster
He always loved the roller coaster, the Triple Loop
Rode it seventy times and never puked
Hands in the air going down hills
He never tired of upside down thrills
He was a vet of the roller coaster
Not a newbie, or rookie, but a bona fide boaster
So proud he was, so sure of the ride
That he paid no attention to the signs on the side -
The ones that tell you to never stand up -
Well he did, and paid the price soon enough
He was decapitated within a second or two
His head flew like a ball, into the blue!
Screams of fun turned to screams of terror
As everyone realized the rider’s grave error
Blood spattered shirts, hair, and faces
Came in with his body, slumped in its place
The M.E. called it, “accidental suicide” -
Citing it as the ride of his life
And unfortunately, the ride of his death
But at least he died happy, shouting “Wheeee”, with his last breath
11/27/11
for "die a fun death" contest
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