By RAHN ADAMS
Not wanting to look funny, / he sits on the middle shelf / with Pete the Pecan Pelican / and Old Baldy’s keeper Cap’n Sonny.
He’s the Big-Belly Boy, / given that epithet some 44 years ago / because he’d never met a cookie / he didn’t enjoy.
Grandpa gave him the name / in reference to his girth, / and it has stuck like hot honey, / a madding moniker for 3-B’s shame.
He just finished another circuit of the sun — / no, not Grandpa, / who rooms with Jesus now / (which, I’d say, ain’t a ton of fun);
The ol’ Big-Belly Boy, who turned 67 / but gladly stays on his middle shelf, / a helluva long way / from anywhere like heaven.