Song Done Wrong
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Song Done Wrong


Mr. Hangman

a dark take on the barbershop classic Mr. Sandman


Mr. Hangman, let’s make this quick
I did it, in the study, with the candlestick
Gave her two whacks, right on the noggin
Had to put an end to her online shoppin’

ㅤㅤ~Hangman, I’m not a bad bloke
But believe you me — I was nearly broke
Please go ahead and do your worst —
Mr. Hangman, that woman was cursed!

Mr. Hangman, loosen your noose
Just for minute, let’s call a truce
Imagine what it’s like to be in my shoes
Played by the girl who I thought was my muse

ㅤㅤ~Hangman, she took all my pay
To Amazon, and eBay
Pumps and stilettos, stacked to the ceiling
The thought alone leaves me queasy feelin’ …

Mr. Hangman, do I get a last wish?
One last long drag, or my favorite dish?
In truth, my wish already came true
When I got rid of that insufferable shrew …

ㅤㅤ~Hangman, grant me an afterlife
Without the shackles of a profligate wife!
My only hope, now as I am dispatched
Is to step into the Great Beyond … unattached!

this was pure fiction, no basis in reality! the inspiration:



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Joe Váradi

Joe Váradi

Editor of No Crime in Rhymin' and Language Lab | ..."come for the sarcasm, stay for my soft side"