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.