Ode to a Pooty

‘Twas even before birth little Boston would suckle
For in each ultrasound he’d be nursing his knuckle,

So it came as no surprise that he’d one day become moody,
At the mere thought of forfeiting this blessed li’l pooty,

By the age of three it’s of course no surprise
That more than one would find favor in his eyes.

Whether silicone, latex or the one his buddy left behind,
They’d bring him comfort, joy, and a euphoric state of mind,

And when friends would poke fun and his doctor criticize,
Mom had to take note of the m.d.’s plus size,

Adults have vices: their ciggies, food and drinky,
Yet they look down their nose at a kid’s little binky,

But it was time to let go and yes, way overdue,
We know this baby chapter is over and through.

Boston’s a big boy now and ready for new stuff,
Plus a gun paired with a paci can never look ‘tough’!