The Legend of Ned McGreedy

There was a mild and gentle man, who helped the old and needy.

A barber by profession, by the name of Ned McGreedy.

He was loved by young and old, and the ladies loved his flair.

The men they came from miles around, to let him trim their hair.

But this dark and gloomy evening, while walking home from work.

He came across a peasant, whose name was William Bourke.

He said he needed money, and a pendant he would sell.

But the truth was that he hated it, because it came from hell.

It was black as any onyx, like a diamond it did shine.

McGreedy said he wanted it, would wear it all the time.

As soon as the clasp did close, around McGreedy's neck.

His body went through contortions, the poor man looked a wreck.

And William Bourke was laughing, because he was set free.

He danced around him briefly, and then away did flee.

McGreedy was now a monster, with a hump back and a limp.

His face was all contorted, and his hand was in a crimp.

The ladies now avoided him, and rocks were thrown his way.

Hatred built inside him now, grew stronger everyday.

He ventured out each evening, on a mission he would go.

To find couples making love, and watch their passions flow.

He'd scare away the woman, and then he'd kill the man.

His legend it grew quickly, and spread throughout the land.

I hear he's still out stalking, and killing men today.

No one here can stop him; They'll never find a way.

A couple necking in a car, his arm was in the door.

The man put the car in gear, and the pedal to the floor.

They dragged him a thousand feet, and then when they did stop.

The man opened up the door, an arm is what did drop.

McGreedy again had gone away, to where nobody knows.

Lurking there at make out points, shows up as passion grows.

So if you're at a make out point, hear a noise, you better run.

'Cause it may be ol' McGreedy, lurking around and having fun.

by Sgt B (Viewed 223 times)