I Once Knew a Man From Chicago

I once knew a man from Chicago, On his nose he could balance a marshmallow. While this may seem trite, You should see him drink Sprite. His skills are boundless. His farts are soundless. His love of kinship has no rival, His generosity is endless upon arrival. Just seeing his joyous face, All your worries erase. Socks on his ears? This man has no fears. His wisdom, temperament, and tone Is a quiet, bright light we all watch in awe And I’m not just saying this Because I’m his son-in-law.