The Ghost of Jacob Mobster
(In the style of a pompous Englishman)
Chains were rattling, on Christmas Eve night.
A ghost was to come and give quite a fright.
Carrying the weight for all of his crimes,
punished as a ghost, forever, all times.
To warn all the crooks, thieves and burg-lars.
and tell the story of a life behind bars.
Screaming, wailing, crying in the street,
hoping that no one would be his repeat.
No robbing, no stealing, extortion no more,
or pain and suffering would be in store.
While families all gather, in peace for one night
a repentant reminder, he’s just out of sight.
While Santa brings gifts to good kids on his list,
Jacob clutches the naughties, tight in his fist.
His chains are dragging, marking the snow,
to remind us, he came, he hopes we all know.
The Daily Mobster 