Was just bored one night and decided to write this, what say you?
Lucius Stone xx
If I were to tell you,
Of a little London shop
I wonder if you'd go there
For a pie or for a chop?
This little shop does both you see,
It feeds you and cuts hair.
Depends if you should choose the downstairs hall
Or the upstairs lair.
The first one is an open space
With tables, chairs and pies
The later is up the staircase
And should you step inside…
You would see an empty chair
In the middle of the room
And should you choose to take a seat
The choice would be your doom
For, from the corner a man shall creep
His eyes that of a slave
For he is bound by what he's done, as he asks you
"How 'bout a shave"
Should you nod even once
He shall place the cloth around
And as the blade begins to bite
There is no time to make a sound
Then back you tip, up off your chair
You start to tumble down
You're forced to leave the barbers lair
And plummet under ground
But this is not the end, oh no!
For a while you're left to lie.
Until the red-headed woman comes
And stuffs you in a pie!
A pie a little boy then eats
Dropping crumbs all o'er the floor
And after every crumb is gone
Alas, you are no more.