Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen Poet Limerick

Splat

The skydiver was an acrobat.
When he jumped he liked to throw his hat.
Free falling was his hope
His hat stuck in the rope.
The chutte didn’t open; he died...splat!

Ó November 22, 2011


Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Die A 'Fun' Death Contest 	
Sponsored by: Natalie The Rogue Rhymer

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Sarah Seraphin November 21, 2011 at 10:57 PM * "Yep, that's how it goes __ You old smelly Bat. * Luv, Sarah." * Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen November 22, 2011 at 2:47 AM Thank you so very much for reading my poetry and taking time to leave your comment. Appreciation sent from the "smelly old bat" cave. (Loving my neighbor as myself!) Big Smiles, Dane Ann

Nancy Jones November 21, 2011 at 10:31 PM hehe, freefallin' and splattin' sound better than most! ps thanks for generous 'ments on my posts ~N Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen November 22, 2011 at 2:48 AM Thank you so very much for reading my poetry and taking time to leave your comment. I am glad you enjoyed it. Big Smiles, Dane Ann