The Glutton

I ate and ate real quick with a swift hand then put salt in my food so none was bland I piled the pounds and ate all that I saw with each fast crave I gave in to my flaw So weak was I that bread I baked each day a pile of spread so thick I dare not say how much I ate how much I gave to Paul I will not tell but I did shove then bawl Like a wolf that scarfs it down to the bone I chomped the meat like a King on a throne so blithe was I and near to pop and burst that every shirt I own I ripped then cursed I ate for love of food but then , Oh Dear ! I have no room for a coke nor a beer . Sept. 24, 2019 Contest Name: Because Its a Tuesday 140- 140 sonnet poetry sponsor: William Kekaula