Back in the 30’s they did roam,

A city in the Midwest his home,

His hair under his hat he did comb,

If he got mad from his mouth he did foam…

A tommy gun at his side,

His moll he did at times ride,

Dressed he did at the height of fashion,

Anything kinky was her passion…

She smoked and drank,

She cussed and did enjoy being spanked,

She was blond, her expression as usual blank,

She thought herself altogether quite swank,

Little did she know; they all laughed,

Even did her big brother Frank,

Till that fateful day she did by herself rob a bank…

He did his speaking with his gun,

They say he even did kill his own son,

He grew up to be a rat,

Not even his father could put up with that…

© ed ~ 3/5/06