I had to eat the extra portion;
Now my colon’s in contortion.
All of it went in my face;
I ate it all, and left no trace.
Already had I had enough
To keep me flabby in the buff
But then another plate I ate.
This caused my guts to detonate,
Dinners past ex-herniate,
And cloud of brown to radiate.
The misty plague took many hues.
In clothes and hair did it infuse;
The cloud caused all around to grieve
And beg for oxygen reprieve.
If you wish your next mealtime to survive,
Try not to be there after I arrive.
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