my love affair with Christopher Walken

Can of TaB you taste so sweet,
He really can fix robot feet.
Robust soup made out of Otters,
I wish Chris Walken was my father.
Sure did like The Deer Hunter,
Too bad life is such a blunder.
Oscar gold has been so good,
Pull the trigger and kill James Woods.
Howdy partner, how's it hangin'?
Every chick he should be bangin'.
Rock the hair, you acting stud.

A poem written by your Bud.