Been to a barbecue, now I’m so full

I’ve actually had to undo my belt

My bloated belly hurts; so regretful

About my gluttony. This sin was spelt

Out long ago, but resistance can melt

When faced with plates of burgers and chicken

And for the last few hours I have felt

The punishment with this pain that I’m in

Still, I suppose it’s not the worst such sin

I only hurt myself, not the people

Around me. As the rain began to pelt

We all had to shelter in the kitchen

Then, back outside, we shivered in each lull

Between brief sunny spells. But oh, this guilt…