Antonio Poem by michael Smajda

Antonio was a full-blooded Italian.
Italian food was all he would eat.
He ate so much Italian pasta,
He was the fattest Italian on the street.

When he died, Antonio was so heavy,
No hearse could haul him away.
Like a bowling bowl, they just rolled him
To his grave where he is today.

As all prayed around his humongous casket,
His grieving followers posed this to the Lord,
"How many of your winged angels will you send,
Now, to lift Antonio to his Heavenly reward? "