"The Feast of Doom"

I sat down to eat, with a grin on my face
A spread before me, a culinary wonderplace
I dug in with gusto, my taste buds in delight
But little did I know, this meal would ignite

A battle of the belly, a war of the waist
My stomach groaned in protest, my arteries in haste
I ate and I ate, till I thought I'd explode
My buttons bursting, my seams starting to unfold

I felt like a balloon, inflated to the max
A ticking time bomb, ready to unleash a toxic attack
My digestive system, a war zone in disarray
I thought I'd meet my maker, in a most unpleasant way

But somehow I survived, though my stomach still protests
I learned a valuable lesson, to eat with more restraint, I guess
So if you see me eating, with a cautious, timid grin
Just know that I'm still recovering, from the Feast of Doom within!