MR. JOHNS
MR. JOHNS
I have a little friend called Mr. Johns
At the site of him, people shake to their bones
His skin is metal, his heart is fire
His temper is short, his voice is thunder
Like Siamese twins, we have each other’s back
Always by my side, the best friend I have ever had
He has six friends of his own
That means all my enemies be gone
The first and last thing you see
Like my shadow, always with me
He listens to no one but me
When he talks, everyone listens
When he comes out, every one runs
Cross his path and he will make you famous
Every message he sends, hits home
I give it up for Mr. Johns
With love
Hadiza Bagudu
24/04/2008
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