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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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! 🙂
Man, this is hilarious!
“In any tussle, Mudflap had it covered”
I love his name. 🙂
Well, it sounds like the straight dope to me. That mud flap was gonna get his, someday… I love the “sleep with the dishes”.
Very funny! I liked the rhyme of gat and spat.
Funny indeed! Poor ol’ Jimmy, sleeping with the dishes!
Anna :o]
I liked sleeping with the dishes also.
Ha, I wonder if he got his name posthumously…
A mafia don. You did it perfectly.
I love his name and I can imagine him ‘close to the wheels with the motor running’. The final line cracked me up!.
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.
Love the internal rhymes in this one 🙂
Oh the gentleman criminal! I loved it. It just fits the picture perfectly and the ending well deserved and well written.
This is hilarious from the name through the ending.