Johnny’s Sandwich

Well, let me tell you a tale about a sandwich-making duel,
Where the devil himself came to Georgia, looking for some food.
He was bored of fiddles and wanted something new,
So he challenged a local to a sandwich contest, I know that much is true.

The devil went down to Georgia, he was looking for a feast,
He was in a bind, hunger gnawing at him like a beast.
He came across a sandwich shop, bustling with delight,
And there he found a young chef named Johnny, ready for a fight.

Johnny was behind the counter, his apron tied up tight,
He heard the devil’s challenge and he knew it was his night.
He said, “Mr. Devil, I accept your offer, I won’t back down.
But I warn you, my sandwiches are the best in this whole town.”

The devil smirked and said, “You’re on, let’s see what you got.
I’ll make a sandwich so good, you’ll wish you had not fought.”
They gathered all their ingredients, laid them out in a row,
And the battle for the best sandwich was about to unfold.

Johnny took his bread, fresh and toasted just right,
Spread some mayo and mustard, adding layers with all his might.
He piled on roast beef, ham, and turkey, a trio so divine,
Topped it with lettuce, tomatoes, and a sprinkle of some thyme.

The devil, not to be outdone, got creative with his fare,
He conjured up some fiery jalapeños that made the air flare.
He layered in smoked brisket, a dash of ghost pepper sauce,
Topped it with melted cheese, and declared it a sandwich boss.

They presented their creations, side by side they stood,
And the judges gathered round to taste the sandwiches, they would.
The devil’s sandwich burned like hellfire on their tongues,
While Johnny’s masterpiece left them singing and feeling young.

The verdict was clear, Johnny’s sandwich reigned supreme,
The devil’s pride was wounded, it wasn’t just a dream.
He slinked away in defeat, his taste buds stung and sore,
Knowing that in the realm of sandwiches, he would lose forevermore.

So, remember this tale when you’re in Georgia’s land,
The devil tried his luck, but Johnny took a stand.
In the realm of sandwich-making, it’s the local chef who thrives,
And the devil went down to Georgia, but Johnny won with his knives.