Don P. bet a friend of his that his antique Ford would go
Around a certain quite sharp bend, at a rate that wasn't slow,
They then set out together with intent to decide the bet,
The braggart walked away from the scene, but his friend has not
yet,
Don suffered a minor injury -- a slight cut on his head,
By default he was the winner -- the one who wasn't dead.
by
D. Edgar Murray
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