hinges creaky

lock long rusty

paint a-peeling and vaguely musty

swinging days gone

these days shut fast

seems years since I last had a blast

footsteps on stairs,

sapling lingers

turns my knob with leafy fingers

I stay rigid

want her naughty

instead, sprays my key-hole with WD-40

sap linament

for ancient joints

soothing salve an oaken so...

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not many there today to see him go

curtain opens up and away he slides

soon its back to scissors and comb

my specialty is short back and sides

increasingly I'm tempted by necks

a cut-throat razor in my right hand

so vulnerable with arteries bulging

I cannot expect you to understand

yet I'm no modern sweeney todd

its doing the embalming at night

the danger of...

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