I once wrote this poem about a day in the life of Mark McKinley:
The adjudicator sighed
and pressed the button to start the stopwatch
it was a dull routine
another day another pillock trying to eat four dry crackers in a minute
his mind wandered with thoughts of genuine records
a 100 metre sprint in 8 seconds
the longest fingernails ever seen
but no
it was crackers again
but suddenly
his thoughts were interrupted with the sound of jubilance
a fourth cracker!
at last!
a fourth cracker!
but wait
the stopwatch read 01:24…
the adjudicator had taken his eye off the ball
and now had a decision to make
his reputation
or the reputation of the Guinness Book of Records
there could only be one winner here…