THE ROT OF SWEENEY TODD
by
Brazillia R. Kreep
In the attic there he trots
Sweeney Todd connives n’ plots
Of ways t’spill the blood of men
Then splatter more t’say amen
T’nightmare’s of his great love lost
Aught t’avenge at any cost
Sharp razor blades
Meat Pies in spades
The Demon Barber preps n’ shaves
While Mrs. Lovetts bakes her pies
Tongues t’thumbs wee toes n’ eyes
Though a price this Todd will pay
Sweltering pails of blood t’weigh
T’pour them over frozen heart
T’thaw they pain t’dare depart
From bloody attic in the sky
T’down below were demon’s fry
T’devil’s purge by fires hot
Fore’er our Sweeney Todd will rot
> THE KREEP on iTUNES
Posts
