Author's note: Well here is my first Sweeney Todd poem/fic! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.
Disclaimer: I write for entertainment purposes only and no profit is being made from the creation of my stories or poems.
In London a barber works there on Fleet Street
Taking in any man who is willing to sit in his seat
He awaits the moment to exact the revenge he seeks
As each gentleman enters for a shave of his cheeks
"Looks like you could use a shave," he says "come sit in the chair."
But unknown to them they will lose more than a bit of stubble in there
He sharpens his razors and mixes the lather with a glint of madness in his eyes
At first it seemed like a normal shave but then from his customer came a gasp of surprise
Using his precision and skill to slit the mans throat the barber was soon covered in gore
The barber stared at his precious silver blade as he set a foot on a pedal opening the floor
The chair tilted backwards and within seconds his victim disappeared through the trap door
A quick clean up for the next unfortunate soul and the mad barber was ready for more
Down in the basement where his last victim fell and now lay
Was a pile of bodies approaching various states of decay
There in the room was a woman cheerfully humming as she was chopping up meat
Tossing the pieces into a grinder she wasted not one part not even the hands and feet
She baked the human remains into her special meat pies
If her customers only knew what it really was they would be greatly surprised
Yet none suspected a thing, though most thought the barber was quite odd
But to Mrs. Lovett that man wasn't strange in the least because he was her dear Mr. Todd.
A/n: I always like to hear what others think of my work so please feel free to review :)