Al Capone Poems | Examples

Geppetto Carves a Son

Geppetto was tired of being without a son.
He had dreamed of a son all his life
It had not happened for him and his wife
A son? Yes, a son. Geppetto really wanted one.

In a dream he thought of carving his own.
One with scruples, not an Al Capone.
He would name his son Pinocchio.
And train him the ways that he must go.

Geppetto began work on his son that day.
He felt excited as he carved his oak wood away.
Pinocchio was a handsome puppet, not a toy.
Geppetto dreamed he might become a real boy.

Not All Angels Are Angelic

If this old guy gets to heaven one of these days
He'll surely be watching you peeps
So be advised you guys better behave yourselves
My guys will be on standby ready to straighten you out
And you surely wouldn't want that
They are called angels but don't let the name fool you
They can really be quite scary
Betcha you had no idea
You thought all angels were angelic like
These guys were once 'angels' for Al Capone
So you have been forewarned

Not All Angels Are Angelic

If this old guy gets to Heaven one of these days
He'll surely be watching you peeps
So be advised youse better behave
My guys will be on standby ready to straighten you out
And you surely wouldn't want that
They are called angels but don't let the name fool you
They can really be quite scary
Betcha you had no idea
You thought all angels were angelic like
These guys were once 'angels' for Al Capone

1920 To 1929

I am the roaring twenties 
And the cotton club. 
   I am Al Capone and his 
Thugs. 

   I am the rise of Joseph 
Stalin. 
   I am the age of science 
And penicillin. 

   I am Walt Disney and 
Mickey Mouse. 
   I am electricity in 
My house. 

   I am the stock market 
Crash. 
   I am the first Academy 
Award bash. 

   I am Miss America pageant 
The first time. 
   I am Valentino dies reads 
The headlines. 

   I am the great depression 
Sweeps the land. 
   I am Lindbergh on north 
Atlantic flight plan. 

   I am Betty Crocker and 
Wonder bread. 
   I am the great migration 
Watch me spread. 

   I am speakeasies and Gerber 
Baby food. 
I am the age of Jazz puts 
You in the mood. 

   I am the woman's right to 
Vote ,19th amendment. 
   I am seven-up, Coca cola's 
First resentment. 

 
     Turbo1904

We'Ve Been Trumped

Sometimes it can be very painful,
    Or just plain embarrassing to admit.
When an icon fails to reach the pedestal,
    And their fraud is hard to acquit.

The effort involved in this fabrication,
    Took decades to sharpen and hone.
Where the 'PR' folks worked their magic,
    Creating a genius instead of Al Capone.

This 'con' reached upon new levels,
    With a portrait that extended coast to coast.
While a legendary status from industry
    Followed, Hell, politics would be simple as toast!

And while this chapter remains unfinished,
    A nervous nation awaits the painstaking review.
As the truth becomes convincing to judgement,
    And the illusions disappear without a clue.

Al Capone Had An Angel

If this old guy gets to Heaven one of these days
He'll surely be watching you peeps
So be advised you guys better behave yourselves
My guys will be on standby ready to straighten you out
And you surely wouldn't want that
They are called angels but don't let the name fool you
They can really be quite scary
Betcha you had no idea
You thought all angels were angelic like
These guys were once 'angels' for Al Capone
So you have been forewarned

Crime-In-Hee

Jesse James
Felt no shame
Billy the Kid
Robberies did
Al Capone
They left alone
Enrico Ponzi
Lived like Fonzie
Leftist mobs
Loot and rob
Proud Boys Gang
Sturm and drang

Criminals gritty
We love to pity
And that's the end
Of this little ditty

Not All Angels Are Angelic

If this old guy gets to Heaven one of these days
He'll surely be watching you peeps
So be advised you guys better behave yourselves
My guys will be on standby ready to straighten you out
And you surely wouldn't want that
They are called angels but don't let the name fool you
They can really be quite scary
Betcha you had no idea
You thought all angels were angelic like
These guys were once 'angels' for Al Capone
So you have now been forewarned

Prohibition In the Usa

Prohibition began one hundred years ago in the USA.
People had their right to drink booze taken away.
This made people unhappy and they began to whine.
And this caused Al Capone to start peddling moonshine.
Capone was evil and because of him, people were killed.
On December 5 1933, the 18th Amendment was repealed.
People were very happy because prohibition came to an end.
They were as giddy as school girls to have the right to drink again.

Social Catfish Com Area-Code-Information Christian, Humor-Crime-Rap, Crossover

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696
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Eh? woke up
this Thursday morning
with my finances
shaking the walls

some nice hoser lady
had given me a call

and left a message
right on my phone

she talked
also, very nice and slow
it was all so very proper
Don't Cha, know

she called
and,
mixed it up
like i was
in business
with Al Capone 
like it was
a for sure thing

she said
they got my
loonie and my toonie (Canada money)
and they ain't
coming, home

so i scratched
my head
right under my
toque/tuque (cap/sleeping bonnet)
and kissed
a drop of Mickey (375 ml alcohol bottle ) (don't drink yet, lol)
right, into my DOUBLE DOUBLE (Tim Hortons coffee )
and Timbit, my donuts holes

and give
that internet
a Give'r,
of, a cat call

and what the
Kerfuffle! (hell!)

"Hey" I don't know anyone
in Deloraine, Manitoba
western Canada


wow! That's so cold!

Sin

Innocent, was born of my mother
When a single word could not I utter

As grew I a little older
became defiant, and a little bolder

Then I learned how to speak profane
A worthy speech, not but vain

Soon, I learned the art of lying
Enchanted, was I so enjoying

Unaware whom, I was letting sins to make me
Down and down and down to take me

My heart had hardened like stone
My conscience dead like Al Capone

Alas! I've earned the fire
But it'll cleanse the guilt of lust and desire

My hope is then I'd be set to go
But sins abound, really I do not know

The Annals of History

Review the annals of history
   Murder upon murder you'll see

Start with Adam and Eve's son, Cain
   Who murdered his brother Abel in vain

Then there's Moses, the saintly lawgiver
   Who murdered an Egyptian taskmaster and shivered

The greatest of playwrights, Shakespeare, didn't hedge his bets
   He wrote of murder in 'Julius Caesar,' 'Macbeth' and 'Romeo & Juliet'

What of Abe Lincoln's assassin, Mr. John Wilkes Booth?
   His name lives all these years later, verily and forsooth

There's Lee Harvey Oswald, shot JFK -- ended Camelot
   Else his name wouldn't be worth a pee in a pot

Can't forget the serial killers, whose souls are damned:
   Richard Speck, John Wayne Gacy, Son of Sam
 
Not to mention the 'iconic' socialists you all know:
   Lenin, Stalin, Hitler, Mao, and Idi Amin also
   
In this century you don't have to rack your brain
   We've had Osama bin Laden, Bashar Assad, Sadam Hussein...

As for 'professionals,' Bonnie & Clyde are your bank robbers
   And how about ('Scarface') Al Capone for a celebrity mobster?

So, you want your name to be ever remembered?
   Just commit a few murders: Behead and dismember!

Astro-Sitty

The place wair I live , is called Astro-sitty ! And I sure can tell u that this place is 

Pritty ! This beautiful town is the place of my dreams .

And Moest of the kids here belong 2 the teams !

In this beautiful town , are sum gize not of earth ,

And nun but thair parents , know the dates of thair birth !

The streets here are paved with gold ! And weather controle sattellites 

Mean it's never cold ! We found all the munny from al Capone,s vaults !

And all our chocolate shakes have extra malts !...

Li'L Bitty-Baby-Big-Girl

Written by: D. Collins 1/5/13


If you doubled the size of medium-petite,
that would be ripe for a man like me.
I prefer a jiggle when I spank that ass.
Then watch it spring to attention, extremely fast.

Li’l-Bitty-Baby-Big-Girl has that kind of stuff.
Tools and moves to make me scream “Ooh! I’ve had enough.
She’s just the perfect size, with cushion here and there.
The kind that keeps you warm in that February air.

Li’l-Bitty-Baby-Big-Girl is the one I have to have.
The only woman with the privilege to clock my ass.
It doesn’t come through drama, it is borne from respect.
Whenever I try to go there, she brings me back in check.

She could scrape up a meal from dried noodles and a bone.
And, cover my back better than Al Capone.
So, I advise everyone, they’d better get one of them.
A Li’l-Bitty-Baby-Big-Girl turn boys into men.

Drenched In Red With Saint Valentine

Straight-up the arrows,
hard-pressed the doors
to all the rooms
in all the houses
on Clark Street.

Father Coughlin brought blessings
thinned with broth
from potato peelings.

Women poured tears
into fringed shawls,
and buried their dead
above Dublin’s seashore,
along the banks
of the river Liffey.

Through the years,
the ghost of James Clark,
Bugsy’s brother-in-law,
pursued Al Capone 
all the way to his grave.

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