There was once a butcher who went by the name br of Bill who displayed all his meat on the windowsill. br This was his way of showing his customers, what he had to sell; br yet he never realised it caused such an awful smell. br His shop was clean with sawdust on the floor and the butchers br block was scrubbed every day at four.. His display of meat, poultry br and offal gave all his customers a chance to waffal; br about all the flys that queued up in the street br just to breed on his contaminated meat. br He was known to brag about his shins of beef, br but some of his customers were known have false teeth. br Butcher Bill sold sausages that would thrill, and he also sold br chicken's that could kill. Minced meat and steak that would br make a good meat pie, br but who, cares about that 'they were all doomed to die. br Not only the butcher, the baker as well, no health and hygiene br who can tell br So come buy your meat at Butcher Bills, but before you do don't br forget to write out your wills. br Butcher Bill lived a long time ago, when life was hard and people br were slow, but in life today he still sells his meat, from a shop br window that advances on to the street. So don't be afraid br of your Butcher Bills meat because everything he serves br is a finger licking treat.