Weeny Todd

A gentle giant
A burly man with curly hair
Who didn’t care for trouble

He lived in a bubble of calm

His world collapsed
Turned to rubble
With the death of his niece

His peace destroyed
The bitterness found no release…

When Mrs Lovett arrived
Hope revived

She was glamorous
(Lovett by name she’d say…)

He asked her to stay

Once kissed he was caught
Could not resist

The slack was reeled in
No way back

Closed cul-de-sac

Drawn into dark games
Flames kindled
Lust mingled with rage

Equal measure
Pleasure and pain

Carnage and cries
Slaughter and lies

The barber turned butcher
And she baked the pies

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