Pierre “Pie” Pierce

Happy Pi Day

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Pierre “Pie” Pierce

Sing a song of sixpence,
a pocket full of rye.
three point one four inch saw,
baked in a pie.

When the pie was opened,
Inmates began to shout;
hacking at the jail bars,
sawing, breaking out.

The warden, in his office,
sleeping all the day;
till alarms went ringing,
they ran to get away.

Sing a song of six men,
running for their lives,
with the help from a baker,
who sent them several knives.

The baker is off baking,
a P.I. showed at his door,
asking lots of questions,
on and on, forever more.

Packing up the truck,
apple, plum and grape
off to county prison,
to plan the next escape.

Carry pies carefully,
wipes his glasses clear.
Stands up straight and tall,
and puts on his face of cheer.

The baker meets the guard,
with a glimmer in his eye,
I’ll ask you once again, Sir,
What is in the pie?

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Edgar “The Egg” Egmond

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Edgar “Egg” Egmond

(In the alliterative key of E)

Every evil event expects exoneration.

Enter: Edgar “Egg” Egmond.

Exactingly, elegantly, erasing evidence,

evaluating, expunging every entry,

Edgar elicits eventual extenuation.

Escaping extraditions, eschewing edicts,

even evading examining experts.

Effectively, efficiently, expertly,

“Egghead Edgar” exempts everyone.

Ex-cons, evildoers, enduring endless

exposition, eventually evade enforcement,

egregiously eluding examination.

Exit: Edgar, effortlessly.

Mickey “The Mole” McMann

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Mickey “The Mole” McMann

(In the conversational style of Edward G. Robinson)

Micky, Micky, Micky. What ever will we do with you?

You’re fingers are already all busted for snitching on others.

Did you really think we’d never find out you were a mole?

You really thought that you could get away with it for this long?

Answer me Mickey.  Answer me!

Mickey, you keep getting caught and blowing your cover.

Are you really too blind to see your act is starting to slip?

Maybe it’s time to hang up the hat, take a load off, huh Mickey?

Wouldn’t you like to take a rest from all this?

Answer me Mickey. Answer me!

What are you, mute? Can’t talk?

So busy ratting out others, working from the inside,

you have no story of your own anymore?

You’re dead to me Mickey, dead.  You hear me? Dead.

Answer me Mickey! Answer Me!

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