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.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2012
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