Gaston Luciferous On The French Alps {A short tale}

The Exhibitionist Gorilla enter stage through rear curtains,
grouchy and grumpy like a James Cagney Gangster.
Oldtimer hooligan, Ignoramus baboon knocked down-
all the lights out. What a looser? Lucky, Lumpy Lucifer
Managed to restore the stage set back into order,
(Gaston's nickname by his close friends). Years
working the French Alps' Ski Resorts as lead handyman-
had given him multiple abilities, other staff members depended
upon him on a regular basis. Gaston Lucifer's
one of a kind oddball.
Nearly seventy years old, six months left until his next birthday 
And remains appease as the man of steel, battling all the elements.
The French Alps surrounded knee deep, under a heavy winter's blanket. 
Was starting to melt gradually raising the riverbanks, full. 
Water rapids descending from mountaintop cascaded into intervalley, 
immediately stagnant fluids became life-giving nectar. 
Then Cagney appears into the scene on top of the Alps,
staggering legs with his alcoholic breath. Analphabets speech impediment,
anarchist backwoodsman true a*****e. The b*****d boozer,
bozo clown had the nerve to piss on all the sleds.
What a butthead brainiac bandit? The clock was ticking and tourist on route; 
Clift pounded full of snow And all sleds piss away.
Gaston threw a Watutsi xenophobe hissy fit, son of a b***h echoes for miles
And that's when the snow avalanche down, falling on top of old-fart Gaston.
Rest in Peace 1942 - 2017.