The Glutton’s Feast

Upon a throne of reckless might,
A glutton sat, bathed in the night.
With hands that dripped in greasy gold,
A tale of hunger fierce and bold.

A 20-pound chicken, once so grand,
Lay defeated by his ravenous hand.
Each tear of flesh, each gnash of teeth,
Marked the fall of the bird beneath.

His belly swelled, a mountain’s rise,
His eyes aflame, a conqueror's guise.
Cream and crumbs adorned his face,
A tribute to his hunger's pace.

Yet as the feast met its dramatic end,
The air grew still; remorse did blend.
For even kings of feast must pay
When morning comes to greet the day.

Oh glutton bold, your deeds profound,
Echo in the feast's hallowed ground.
Let this tale of indulgence remain,
A caution sung in hunger's refrain.