Poems Don't Have to Rhyme

Van Halen

Johnny's a small town boy

From Springfield, Illinois

As a child, he never asked for toys

All he wanted was an electric guitar.

Johnny started a band

Gonna be like Van Halen

With his guitar, he will stand

When the lights go on like stars.

He sold his soul to the devil

For talent without the trouble

To reach the master's level

Or so the tabloids say.

Jimmy's got a steel girlfriend

With his fingers, he makes her scream

His bandmates call it extreme

But with her, he'll reach his dream

And breathe the air of the supreme.

Like a steel mechanical man

He plays as fast as he can

Oh, Johnny'll be damned

For loving a cold steel woman.

He sleeps with her at night

Her neck lying between his thighs

The others don't think it's right

That he makes love to his guitar.