Pumpkin and the White Devil

Five cases of beer counts out one hundred and twenty beers.

Beatriz - code name, Pumpkin - has no way

To ship this haul, this bonanza. She has one

Option only: to go to Luis on the 8th floor. 

The white devil is tricksy, though

And hoodwinks you into deals that land you

In a facility in Buffalo or Syracuse. So it goes!

Pumpkin and the white devil; she on her

Rolling walker, he with his cane, pushing

Their contraband down Flatbush, each driving the other insane...

[NOTE: I adore both characters in the poem, him and her. They are both neighbors in the building, dear hearts and an utter riot if depicted in a harrowing misadventure to off-load some cases of beer. I do, however, intend some disrespect with this entry; I'll make it up to them. 😳.]