Dr. Kevorkian’s Flying Machine,
Comes in a kit with screws and string.
You can build it yourself in less than a week,
It soars like a bird, and falls like a streak.
The insurance pays off all of your kin,
The whole family cheers as you nose in.

Dr. Kevorkian’s Business Man’s Tie,
A thirteen knot silk than cinches up tight.
You will be right in fashion for pink slip rehearsals,
Those hostile take overs and Wall Street reversals.
The insurance agent won’t pay a cent,
The boss is upset ’cause the chandelier’s bend.

Dr. Kevorkian’s Deep Diving Rig,
Works like a charm when you first wade in.
But when you’re too deep to swim to the top,
The air that was there (gulp!) suddenly stops.
The insurance gripes, but pays its full due,
A burial at sea’s what they’ve planned for you.

Dr. Kevorkian’s Marital Guide,
Coauthored by O.J. and John Bobbit’s bride.
It comes with two knives, one large and one big–
Someone checks out, or wishes he did.
The jury just smiles, the insurance pays.
You’ll die, or live happy the rest of your days.

Dr. Kevorkian’s Flying Machine,
It comes in the mail–you may pay C.O.D.
“You can build it yourself in no time at all.
It soars like a bird–then it stalls.

Note: Written a few years back, for those with good memories. I’d spotted someone flying in an ultralight as we were driving one day, and started enthusing over the possibility of adding that to my list of extreme “death sports”. Judi snorted, “Those things are Dr. Kevorkian’s Flying Machines!” I sat down and wrote this piece in 15 minutes. Hope this gallows humor gives you a chuckle…