Mikey's Meat Market

You can hear him grinding meat
In the wee hours of the day
The sound is rather eerie
From the streets where we all play.

His shop has such a scent to it
Quite unique, not recognized
And in the window is the meat
Rolled up and lined up nice.

I'm sitting just outside the door
My friend has went inside
She had to take a little peak
Curiosity, she couldn't hide.

I hear the grinder start again
Now where could she have gone
It's been an hour since she went in
It's time we moved along.

That grinding noise is at an end
I turn to take a peak
Oh look... there's rows of sausages
With pink ribbons where they meet.

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An excerpt from "My Ghastly Nursery Rhymes". Happy Halloween and enjoy.