The Earl of Grey

Earl of Grey

Peering down from his castle on the hill,
The Earl of Grey heats a tea refill.
When money runs old and money runs deep,
he’s all the time needed for the tea to steep.

Puff puff, from the old cigar,
a royal boss, a king, a czar

No longer bothered with petty street crimes,
no thugs, no violence, oh those were the times.
An army of pawns, work like a game of chess,
he can just snap, and they clean up the mess.

Puff puff, from the old cigar,
pass the champagne and the caviar.

An empire of violence and crime at his feet,
it ensues on the street while he sits in his suite.
But when looking for clues, his payroll’s his muse,
to polish and buff any trace from his shoes.

Puff puff, from the old cigar,
will probably write his on memoir.

Duke

Guest Artist: Eduardo Vieira

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Duke

The king, the boss, Don of the east end.

He’s a devil in disguise, and no one’s friend.

Nothing gets by him; everyone gets harassed,

Duke’s not someone to meet at breakfast.

He does what he wants and takes what he needs,

nearly the whole town is down on their knees.

There is one person that stands in his path,

Smiley Carlo, fights back to his wrath.

No need to be a genius, see what Duke wants most:

Wipe Carlo off the map of the east side coast.

Back and forth, the two wage war,

Gaining territory, door by door.

Illustration and story idea by Eduardo Vieira

Writing/Rhyming by The Daily Mobster

Edgar “The Egg” Egmond

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.

Ray Gunn

Special Agent Ray Gunn

(In an alliterative alternating alphabetical style)

The administer of audits to

astronautical aberrant assemblies.

Beware, bad beings!  Blasting boundaries

by breaking up brigades of bandits.

Conducting cross-examinations, convinced

of cosmological criminal conspiracies.

The Directing Detective, at the

Department of Dendrochronological Dissonance,

eagerly explores extralegal extraterrestrials

 as the egalitarian, earthling exponent.

Fiercely foraging the future for

felonious, futuristic fugitives,

he gratefully gathers the goods on

greedy, galactic gangsters.

Hopefully, helping harmony here, from

horrible hypothetical hooligans.

He is: Special Agent Ray Gunn.

Specially designed for the Ray Gun illustration blog.

Boss Boston

Boss Boston

(In the style of Limerick)

Boss is a gruff old mule,

and hails from true old school.

He puts on his best,

and puts the test,

the power of his mobster rule.

Blackmail to a government snitch,

Boss demanded to be instantly rich.

Snitch took up his offers,

cleaned out the town coffers,

all with the flick of  a switch.

The city’s a mess, all in unrest,

the cops come to make an arrest.

But who’ll do the time,

for plotting the crime?

No one suspects the guy in the vest.

His daddy was smart, and once he was taught

follow two things and never get caught:

Have friends in high places,

and cover your bases,

then sail away in your yacht.

“Ears” DeRoma

“Ears” DeRoma

“Ears”, “Ears”, he’ll never impose,

but the more he hears, the more he knows.

Carefully noting every detail,

compiling his list of notes and black mail.

Looking so meek in his argyle vest,

while stashing away all that’s confessed.

He can tell who’s who without turning around,

simply by listening to every sound.

Dumbo and Dopey, he’s heard all the names,

and tired of playing such childish games.

DeRoma is paid quite a handsome fee,

for secrets, gossip, and spying, you see.

So say what you will about his ears and his hat,

but beware, he will hear, far more than that.

Dapper Dom

Dapper Dominic

Dom, Dom, so clean and dapper,

tall and strong, quite the strapper.

Pinstripe pants and wingtip shoes,

listens to jazz, rhythm and blues.

Dom is always so clean and proper,

and often accused of being a copper.

But the man in the shadows, looking quite dandy

is pulling the strings while sipping his brandy.

The rats are all buttoned, the cops are tied down,

Dom’s hands are quite vested in all of this town.

Don’t let him fool you with charisma and charm,

his cunning and craft should throw an alarm.

“The Box” Burlington

“The Box” Burlington

Burlington  is the owner of the restaurant on the corner.

No tricky business here, he bought it fair and square;

he was just thinking outside the box, icebox that is.

Everything outside the icebox is legal.

But for the owner of a restaurant, I must say

“Box” is a little rough around the edges.

I can’t say he’s very well rounded,

but don’t get me wrong, he ain’t no square.

Baby Face Morten gets the cubed steak and  The Mayor

loves the linguine squarciarella, the house specialty.

It’s cooking in the kitchen, like ninety degrees hot.

Just don’t get sent to the icebox.