Vincent, when he had time to kill
indulged himself in every thrill.

The most life-threatening sports he’d choose,
on motorcycles or canoes.

He surfed (alone, I should explain)
while ‘round him roared a hurricane,

He walked barefoot across hot coals
while eating spicy Szechuan bowls.

As well as heat, he braved the cold
and went, sans dogsled, to both poles.

He only skied Black Diamond runs,
tried wrestling a bear for fun,

and bungie-jumped into a chasm
without the merest flinch or spasm.

But if at breakfast, when he checked,
he chanced upon a runny egg,

(it might be blamed on DNA)
Vincent would faint dead away.

– Jim Meskimen