Binger Ginger
Binger Ginger of colossal size and appetite,
ate one cake, then two, then more for her delight,
using a shovel to shovel it in her big fat mouth
getting too big to live in her modest house.
Her house fell down and left her alone outside,
because her fatness swelled too much inside.
Her blubber slammed against the fragile walls
when she ate her last cake as she recalls.
Living under the stars became her new lifestyle,
for which she wished she had done all the while.
She could look at the moon and all the stars
without looking thru the window and all the bars.
Then one day a tornado came and leveled the town.
It blew everybody away and upside-down
except Binger Ginger, too fat to lift and twirl about,
so she was saved by her cake eating binging bout.
So she was the only one left to tell the story
from eating her cakes that left her surely portly.
There is an advantage to eating all those cakes;
for when tornadoes come and the whole town shakes,
Binger Ginger is left alone at the very end;
left alone to eat some more cakes and binge again.
