The Butcher And The Baker

 
The Butcher down on Eighth Street,
He's Got a real nice place.
But the Baker right nextdoor to him,
Thinks its a disgrace.
He just cant figure out what tricks,
Make that meat so great.
For years the people pour on in,
"Just for a fucking steak?!"
No one likes the bakery,
The cupcakes or the treats.
Everyone just passes by,
With cravings for the meat.
Many times the Baker's went,
And cursed the Butchers name.
But every time the Butcher smiled,
And said “I’m glad you came!
I’ve got a real nice, juicy steak,
I know you will enjoy!
Its free of charge, on the house,
Please don’t be so coy.”
It brought the Baker shame and rage,
But he’d just walk away.
Building all that rage inside,
In hope the Butcher’d pay.
It was that way for many years,
The Butcher wouldn’t leave.
So the Baker made a sneaky plan,
To see what’s up his sleeve.
He broke into the Butchers shop,
After close that night.
Snooped around for anything,
To give him some insight.
He looked around the store,
Every single room,
But couldn’t find one little thing,
To bring the Butchers doom.
The next day the shop was closed,
The Butcher did not show.
The Baker found it very odd,
“Could the Butcher know?”
He stuck around late that night,
Simply because he can.
He later saw the Butcher come,
Pulled up in a black van.
He parked at first but then refrained,
And pulled around the back.
The Baker spied as he got out,
And unloaded some sacks.
Most of them were fairly large,
Some of them were small.
For some reason the Butcher was,
Quite cautious with them all.
He’d quickly take them from the van,
And haul them in the store.
He then left his shop with haste,
But didn’t close the door.
The Baker saw a perfect chance,
And ran over to see.
He got inside and shut the door,
And looked around quietly.
He found the sacks the Butcher left,
All in the back room.
And when he tore one up to see,
The room became a tomb.
He suddenly felt really cold,
A chill ran up his spine.
A headless body laid right there,
All tied up with twine.
Its insides had all been removed,
A cavity remained.
And then the Baker realized,
How that shop had been maintained.
The Butcher turned his customers,
Into cannibal beasts,
Fiending for all of that meat,
And this was carnage for their feast.
The Baker turned to go for help,
But found the Butchers stare.
He tried to fight but realized,
It wasn’t close to fair.
The Butcher was a massive man,
About two forty-five,
and he was just a scrawny man,
Only half his size.
The Butcher grabbed the Bakers neck,
And pushed him ‘gainst the wall.
Pulled a knife and stuck it in,
Said “they’ll enjoy you all….”
Once the Baker was field dressed,
The Butcher chose his meat.
Took his arms, his legs and back,
He even kept his feet.
The next morning he hung a sign,
“A Barbecue Today!
Its free to all who wish to join,
Come whomever may!”
All the meat the Butcher grilled,
Is what the Baker gave.
So succulent and so damn good,
It’s what everyone craved.
Eventually the Bakers shop,
Was closed cause he was gone.
The Butcher bought it all,
And made it an add-on.
Now he has twice as much room,
To store his precious meat.
He even has another shop,
Just opened on Main Street.