| "The Devil Lives on My Street" | |
| When things go wrong in Cromwell Street, we all know how and by whom: if your milk go sour or your showerhead leak, it's the fault of evil Groom. The devil lives on my street: that nasty bringer of doom; the prince of lies and deceit—they call him Mr Groom. Should you pass through Cromwell Street, you may hear such ghastly screams: the neighbours shudder at that horrid house, and they have unpleasant dreams. Try to shun the house of horrors—Cromwell, number 25 —lads and lasses seen to enter therein are never seen again alive. He has two horns on his head and a countenance of gloom; "I was a demon," he says so himself—that evil Mr Groom. The devil lives on my street: that wicked wielder of doom; the prince of lies and deceit—they call him Mr Groom. | |