Don Al-Leone Goes To War

A tale of blood and honour.

Mosquitoes, they show up at my blood bank

Like, “Hold up, it’s a hold up

White cells where I can see them -

See, the mosquito net is broken

And the repellent’s gone AWOL

So now me and my friends are about to make

A very large withdrawal

So don’t try to be a hero

All your defenses are bogus

So do just as I say and

Fill up this proboscis!”

 

With their boot full of booty

And drunk upon their sins

They’d left the engines running

On their getaway wings

Buzz! Buzz! They buzz away

“You won’t get away with this one!”

Screams the bank manager, gets the phone

And rings Don Al-Leone.

 

“Whattt?!!” the mobster splutters

As his minion spits and sputters

“These guys, they come and rob my bank

And expect me to forgive?

They cross Don Al-Leone

And yet expect to live?

C’mon boys, we’re going

To teach a lesson to these raiders

Put them slippers in the trunk

And roll up them newspapers

I swear upon my everything

That before I do the dishes

Every last one of them

Will be swimming with the fishes!”

 

Well, it was a bloodbath

You couldn’t call that a battle

They were so fat they couldn’t fly away,

They exploded like tomatoes

The slipper went - pap! Pap! Pap!

So trusty were the aimers

That the walls of the room

Looked like Jigsaw’s torture chambers

Thus the transgressors

Came to the bloodiest of endings

When the Don rose up

And exacted terrible vengeance -

 

He left their bodies on the wall

As a sign to all,

To admonish, to warn;

Don’t mess with the Don…