The ‘Don’ Corleone liked weasels - a lot!
But that's something, Sicily just hasn't got.
So he travelled to see Dr Frankenstein, where
he demanded, he make him one up - then and there!

 

The (nervous) Doc said “’Though I don’t think, I ought-ter. 
I’ll build you a weasel that swims in the water”.
Then, set about stitching up flesh, fur and bone
‘til a thing (that resembled a weasel) lay, prone.

 

Having finished, it didn't move much (they could see!),
so he gave it a ‘belt’ of electricity.
The creature shot up, in a fit of convulsion.
Flapping its tail, as a means of propulsion!

 

“Oops!” said the Doc “I’ve applied too much ‘heat’!”
- Tuning a dial, to read ‘Just Using Feet’!
So relieved when he saw (now the current was less)
the weasel, no longer in any distress.

 

“He’s great!”, smiled the gangster (his eyes, now all dewy).
“I love him!” he gushed,”And I’m calling him ‘Louis’!”
“We can’t name him that!” said the Doc (showing mettle).
“A small water-‘otter?  Why not call him ‘Kettle’?”

 

The ‘Padrino’ smiled, “Kettle’ it is, if you, please.
But pray for his health, so you’ll keep both your knees.
‘Cos if there's a ‘glitch’ and my weasel drops dead,
you'll be finding the head of a horse in your bed!”

 

Many weeks passed, things were going so well,
as ‘Man and beast’ bonded; so close (you could tell!).
But as ‘Don’ watched him swim in the water, alone,
Kettle ‘fizzled’ and ‘popped’ - and then sunk like a stone!

 

Now, it’s tragic to not save a life, as it wanes.
CPR didn’t work - nor a jolt from the ‘mains’!
Corleone was livid that Kettle had ‘bought it’.
and told his men “Go, get the Doctor, to sort it”.

 

Two ‘heavies‘ set off and were soon at his door,
where they found him at work in his lab, as before.
“The Boss isn’t happy. His weasel’s gone ‘Pop’.”
You’d best sort it out, or your ‘up for the chop’!

 

The Doctor smiled, “Fellas, you’re missing the point.
You don’t walk in here like you’re owning the joint”
The thugs didn’t like this and started to shout,
“Mend the Godfather’s pet or we'll both sort you out!”

 

As his ‘Monster’ now stood with him, Frankenstein laughed,
“With my friend, here protecting me?  Don’t be so daft!
Your boss’s behaviour, I cannot excuse.
So, I ‘made him an otter he couldn’t re-use’!”