Guns could not destroy him
Bullets and bombs bounced off
Swords and knives were useless
At them, he would only scoff
A man of solid iron
Made like the strongest steel
He appeared to have no weakness
At least none that he would reveal
His greatest foes could not withstand
They never really had a chance
Each and everyone was defeated
Almost at a single glance
A man of courage like no other
A hero of great power
He stood for right and justice
And never did he cower
His enemies could never win
He simply would not die
They never could guess his weakness
To be a simple ham on rye
Jelly rolls and doughnuts
Cream puffs and chocolate cake
Our hero’s weakness was a simple one
Of that, there was no mistake
His foes would all give in
Thinking that he could not be beat
Little did they realize
His fondness for something sweet
It was not poison or guns or bombs
That caused or hero to fall
It wasn’t a cunning plan or trap
But high cholesterol
With an ever expanding waistline
And sugar on his breath
Our hero met his fated end
When he ate himself to death.
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