…BUT MUGLY GOES STRAIGHT TO THE BONE

They called him Jimmy Mudflap,
the lousy greasy comb over did not flatter him.
But he kept his Capo clean. No spatter
from any gatt got on nary a spat
when Jimmy laid out. He hung
close to the wheels with the motor running.
He was gunning for consigliere,
but would settle for some muscle.
In any tussle, Mudflap had it covered.
He was discovered with tire tread
across his head in the Fine China factory.
Jimmy Mudflap sleeps with the dishes!

(C) Walter J Wojtanik

 

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13 thoughts on “…BUT MUGLY GOES STRAIGHT TO THE BONE

  1. OH MY GOSH!!! Laughing I am! LOVE the name and his tall tale too. I do think someone should put together one piece, that includes all these folks divined in all these poems. What a gang they would make! 🙂

  2. This is absolutely priceless, Walter. You had me at consigliere and I had to consult Webster. The name Mudflap is hilarious, and it’s fitting he ended with tire tread on his forehead! Great write.

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