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

Date: 11/21/2011 10:57:00 PM

* "Yep, that's how it goes __ You old smelly Bat. * Luv, Sarah." *

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Date: 11/22/2011 2:47:00 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

Date: 11/21/2011 10:31:00 PM

hehe, freefallin' and splattin' sound better than most! ps thanks for generous 'ments on my posts ~N

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Date: 11/22/2011 2:48:00 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