for Tiny

So big and round,
Nearly two hundred pounds.

So cruel and mean,
But still so lean.

He’s pretty strong but not very smart,
And god, does it stink when he farts.

So fun to pick on,
Even though I’m the squirt.

I can punch him as hard as I want,
And it still won’t hurt.

Belly of iron,
Fists of clay.

That’s a weird mix,
Wouldn’t you say?

Anyhow all this to say,
I’ll miss you man.

And one day I come back,
And woop your ass.

Hey, hey
What can I say.