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by R P Weston and Bert Lee
There actually is a pie shop named "Sweeney and Todd" at 10 Castle Street, Reading, Berkshire. And believe me, the pies are delicious!
Typical menu (not recommended for those trying to shed a few pounds):
York Ham and Stilton
Boar and Venison
Steak and Oyster
Vicar's Pie
Five Nations
Chicken, Honey and Mustard
and a whole host more....
Other products include:
Delicious cauliflower cheese
Ratatouille
Sliced meats
Scotch Eggs...
And next door is a barber shop!
Make sure you see The Rabbit after reading this poem.
In Fleet Street that's in London Town, One shave from him and you'd want no more - - and singing. | |
Sweeney Todd, the Barber His clients through the floor would slope, Now underneath the shop it's true She made her living by selling pies, Mr Sweeney Todd, the Barber. And many's the poor young orphan lad It was Saturday night in old Sweeney Todd's shop |
Though none were aware, it were cut prices there First a swell took the chair. He said "Ha, Ha, my man, Then a bookmaker said, with his mouth full of soap, |
But what rotten luck - the darned trap went and stuck Yes, he ran to the door and he shouted "Police!" But up came the brave Bow Street runners - hurray! |
Underfloor 'eating |
Tasty meat pie |
And there on the gibbet he hangs in chains, Sweeney Todd, the Barber And old Nick calls him from his grave |