The Big One

There was a young man called Bing

Eating competitions were his thing

He ate too much meat

Got piles on his seat

So his cushion was a rubber ring

He would eat hotwings, hotdogs and so on

Not stopping till his gut was swollen

All that food amassed

And little was passed

Until he had a garden hose for a colon

Bing died after eating The Big One

His heart stopped when he was done

Funeral plans left in his will

Gave his fans a thrill

Chargrilled and laid to rest on a bun