So, I told you that my sweetiecake is a graphic designer and a cartoonist, that he dressed up like Dr. McDreamy, goes on secret missions and could have a career as a co-pet photographer specializing in glamour shots-- but did I tell you that sometimes Johnny likes to bust out with some mad rhymes? It's true, he has crazy skills, yo.
Here's the rap he made up for me a couple days ago:
They call her Sarah Pittsky,
She's stronger than Whiskey
Nothin' on earth is sweeter than her lips be.
She floats like a Frisbee,
She's quick to get tipsy,
When she's sippin' on daiquiris, she's known to get lisp-y.
After works she's sometimes snippy,
Her hair is never wispy,
She complains about the color,
but I think it looks nifty.
She's the Lucy to my Ricky,
The Long Stockings to my Pippi,
The La Fonda to my Kip-y,
These rhymes are getting iffy,
So let me wrap this up before this rap gets gimpy,
I'll love her till I die,
Now doesn't that sound spiffy?
** Thanks Johnny. Your little diddy made me laugh out loud, smile and feel absolutely loved. You're the coolest, funniest rapper in the whole wide universe. I love you my honey bunches of oats! XOXO **