Delilah Dee sat down with her meal, A quiche so large it made her reel. The pastry crust was golden brown, The filling rich and thick and round. She took a fork and pierced a bite, A cheesy, eggy, savory delight. But with each mouthful, it became clear, The quiche was much more than she could bear. She cracked open a Monster energy can, Hoping the caffeine would help her withstand. But her stomach grew tight, and her belly felt snug, As she ate more and more of the quiche's hug. She tried to soldier on and finish it all, But her belly was bloated, and she felt so small. The quiche was winning, and she had to surrender, Her eyes downcast as she admitted her blunder. She couldn't manage it, try as she might, But she'd learned her lesson and her appetite's plight. Delilah Dee, the model and the queen, Had met her match, and the quiche was supreme. So, take heed and learn from her mistake, And don't let your hunger your ego overtake. For sometimes, the food is just too much, And it's better to admit defeat than to lose your touch.