Still Going for a Win

Hosed, he may not win, piehole’s constricted. Food tossed into pipe, and wedged. Yet, with save, he’s unhinged.

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Hilda Greenhough

Date: 9/12/2024 10:05:00 AM

Forgive me, but this poem makes me sick. I hate those gorging contests. They always make me feel full when I see it at dinnertime.

Kim Rodrigues
Date: 9/12/2024 10:31:00 AM

lol...I never watch those either. Heard about this man on the news. He almost choked to death.

Joe Dimino

Date: 9/11/2024 6:53:00 PM

That is a most horrible, frightening experience. Never the phase, I get by with a little help from my friends, as more poignant meaning. Blessings.

Kim Rodrigues
Date: 9/11/2024 7:53:00 PM

Thank you, Joe!

Paige Hind

Date: 9/11/2024 9:44:00 AM

Oh, boy... never especially would I enter one now, lol

Kim Rodrigues
Date: 9/11/2024 12:41:00 PM

LOL…I would not enter (or at least go for a win).

Nette Onclaud

Date: 9/10/2024 4:22:00 PM

doing jumping jacks after food choking saved me from disaster, twice! incredible, Kim...

Kim Rodrigues
Date: 9/10/2024 8:13:00 PM

Wow! When it happened to me, I was ready to black out when I was saved. I couldn’t breathe at all. Cheers…we are both here

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 9/10/2024 1:28:00 PM

A save for getting unhinged. Clever, Kim.

Kim Rodrigues
Date: 9/10/2024 2:37:00 PM

LOL…thanks!

Silent One

Date: 9/10/2024 12:25:00 PM

Interesting take on this form..

Kim Rodrigues
Date: 9/10/2024 2:37:00 PM

Thanks! Heard about a food contest, eating the most. The man was choking. Saved and still kept on with the contest. Good for him…lol. For me, I almost choked to death (literally) in Boot Camp. Two ladies with me. One saves my life. Bless her. I couldn’t breathe at all.