The Demon Barber.
There was a man in Fleet streetA demon barber so they say
Who would take your coat and slit your throat
Just to pass the time of day
Sweeny Todd they called him
A swarthy uncouth man
Who murdered those unwary
And didn't give a damn
His mistress owned a pie shop
Just across the street
Who's pies were most delectable
The best that you could eat
This partnership was formed in Hell
For he supplied the meat
While she would make the pastry
To bake this tasty treat
But then he killed a constable
It was a step to far
And so he was arrested
To be brought before the Bar
Guilty was the verdict
And mercy there was none
So within the sound of Bow Bells
This murderer was hung
So next time at the Barbers
Pass the time but not to long
For Sweent Todd he may be dead
But the Legend still lives on.
Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2008-03-03 at 10:21
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