Hot Dogs With Chili
(This is a fictional poem)
I like hot dogs with chili and I like them real good.
I'd eat them all day long if I could.
When my wife sees me eating them, it causes a dispute.
She hates them because the chili makes me toot.
People say that hot dogs are made from filthy stuff but I don't care.
I've gained over two hundred pounds and when I sit, I break my chairs.
I cuss people out when they ask me to share.
It's not easy being bigger than a bear.
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