I'd like to tell ya all, bout this guy named John,
I met him on the internet, and then in person one Sunday morn.
He came down the stairs from his nifty bachelor apartment, looking like he just logged half the Niagara Escarpment!
But I quickly figured out,
this guy was half alseep,
cause of the stench of beer and cigarettes that his skinny a__ reeked!
For such a scrawny guy, I really had to wonder,
how the hell he could even handle a chainsaw with any thunder.
But after he invited me up to his apartment for a coffee,
I quickly figured out this chainsaw guru is totally goofy.
John had chainsaw parts everywhere, even on the bed,
I thought, geesh!...., this guy should have his head read.
There were chainsaw bars, sprockets, racing chain and even wrenches,
scattered all over the furniture and even on the benches.
We soon went down to the garage and checked out all his saws,
to which my jaw dropped, and all I could say was AAAWWW!
He showed off his glory, every size and type,
until I spyed this Husky, with a modified pipe.
I said to John "how much?", I kinda had him by the _uts,
I think he needed the coin, cause he started squirmin' and holdin' his guts.
I ended up stealing his Walkerized 357,
for what only can be considered as a deal from heaven.
I then soon left and headed for home,
and all the way I swear I could hear the Lambert groan.
But I must admit that my meeting with John,
Is one I'll never forget with every block my new Husky will have sawn!