Disclaimer: I do not own any of this characters featured in the the poem and I make no money by writing this.
The different forms of Johnny
I know a guy
who's name is Sam.
He loves to make sandwiches
with cheese and ham.
He's sweet, he's kind.
He's out of his mind.
You better not leave him behind.
There is this man,
by the name of Sands.
He doesn't mind,
to get blood on his hands.
He's fearsome, he's hot
He's killed a lot
And would ravish you right on the spot.
A fellow named Roux
is a charming guy.
He will enchant you
just by saying hi.
He's smooth, he's cool,
as he plays on the stool.
The girls can't resist to drool.
I know a man
with scissors for hands.
He hasn't travelled,
through many lands.
He's quiet, he's shy.
He doesn't know why
All the girls him can't deny.
There was a lad,
his name was Jack.
He always knew what to do,
when under attack.
He's cunning, he's tough
His skin is so rough
Of his goods you can't get enough
But none of them compares,
to the man himself.
That wonder boy,
I want for myself.
He's generous, he's wild,
I want to have his child.
Sorry for not putting it mild.