It's everyone's favorite misguided mob boss, Johnny Vato. He's come to dazzle the fraline's with such touching and emotional poems. The ladies will show their appreciation by: (1) a kick in the groin, (2) stepping on his new expensive shades, and (3) dumping a plate full of hot pasta in his lap. Johnny keeps getting it wrong, but try and avoid the three examples above by being nice, ladies. Johnny Vato is a few bucks short in the romance department. Here's suave Johnny:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
a box of chocolates,
and I shall undress you.
Was that an orgasm,
or a muscle spasm?
Well, all that really matters
is that you don't get fatter.
My love,
you are like the stars above;
a rainbow across the sky,
and soon a piece of your pie.
I saw you from afar,
like a heaven-sent star;
too nervous to speak,
I offered the back seat.
