Sense Sonnet - Pumper

Old Made

When Al Capone ruled Chicago,
We were just kids under his wing.
Oh how the booze and blood did flow,
As we served Al to do his thing.
Not too many of us still live.
But those of us who do still meet
At the cemetery to give
Al homage at his last retreat.
All of us hope that when we die,
Whether it be heaven or hell,
Al will be there, and the same guy
That we remember oh so well.

About old times we rant and rave,
And toast those times over Al's grave.