Three Word Wednesday requires participants
to use the three words of the week in a composition.
The words this week were: nervous, puzzled, and lump.
That man Todd.
The nervous will oft close their eyes
As the barber deftly applies
The edge of the blade
To the lather he’s made
And to move is considered unwise.
But one barber with a habit most odd
Would dispatch all his clients to God.
He would then disguise
Their bodies in pies
Which puzzled the homicide squad.
To his credit, the cops all confessed
That his pies were considered the best.
What brought them up trumps
Was the absence of lumps
And a sauce that always impressed.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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Eww - but marvellous! I think i may avoid pies for a while ;)
ReplyDeleteThe Barber of Seville~ I love your poem.
ReplyDeleteLOL Sweeny Tod of Fleet Street remembered so well!
ReplyDeleteAnother day to be grateful to be a vegetarian.
ReplyDeleteNever buy a pie from a bakery with a barber shop nearby!
ReplyDeletereckon I'm just more simple minded and so,
ReplyDeleteThe nervous, puzzled lump
hoped to avoid being swept with a bump,
shoveled and deposited in the dump,
so rolled over and away it slumped.
But then, it's always one way or the other, I suppose.
Far too short to excite one to their toes
or "too long, didn't read" even if prose.
Ah well, he picked up his brushes and paints and away he goes.
d=^))
Come back!
DeleteYikes...Lol :D
ReplyDeleteMorbid but run off in a lighter mood very cleverly Cosmo!
ReplyDeleteHank
I'll have the cheese sandwich, if it's alright with you.
ReplyDeleteWell you didn't mince your words but he may have used one himself to rid the pies of lumps!
ReplyDeleteGreat style and voice! Enjoyed that one very much...
ReplyDeleteOh my, skilled in more ways than one. I wonder how he got rid of those lumps. Ha.
ReplyDeleteI will say, I love a good straight razor shave with warm lather. I guess I better watch it though.
No pies for me, please!
ReplyDeleteI think I will wait for the pie in the sky.. I love the way you used the limericks here.
ReplyDeleteOopss! I ll pass on the pies.. great poem though :D
ReplyDeletei was thinking Dexter was the barber haha
ReplyDeleteAwesome piece though
Ew, disgusting....but somehow the rhyming makes it rather charming!
ReplyDeleteit makes a strange twist, interesting..
ReplyDeleteSo glad I don't eat meat. But I'll make sure and check the pies I eat are made only of fruit.
ReplyDeleteThis made me chuckle. I am having fun reading this Sunday morning's offerings. The moon must be in a phase of some sort, LOL. This was really witty, Cosmo.
ReplyDeleteLOL
ReplyDeletehave a good Sunday
much love...
Oh so gross and so delightful at the same time!
ReplyDeleteOh dear! Sweeney Todd, I presume. ;-)
ReplyDelete"Trumps" to "lumps"--well done, humorous lines.
ReplyDeleteWell written, but the answer to the riddle is Sweeney Todd.
ReplyDeleteHow utterly gory...but fun!
ReplyDeleteNo Idea (Longer Poem)
Awesome!
ReplyDeleteZQ
Oops!
ReplyDeleteNice :)