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