Dick Turpin was a butcher, but that’s not for what he’s known,
He was a killer, thief and highwayman -a legend overblown.
He started life in Essex, but then he moved to York,
Early on, he took to crime and really walked the walk.
He earned his keep nefariously, on his horse, Black Bess,
And began to regard a human life less and less and less.
When he was finally captured, they put him on public trial,
And even he could not escape by dint of bribe or guile.
He was sentenced to be hung, and was in ’39,
A blaggard and a rascal and a philistine.
Dick Turpin
09 Saturday Nov 2013
Posted in poetry

Fabulous poem cara mia, I had no idea Dick Turpin was a butcher. Loving the picture too. Not a bit like Adaam Ant !
Splendid picture ain’t it?!