Poem -

A STRANGER IN SLOANE SQUARE

He was a stranger as he stumbled into Sloane Square
On the run for a murder and having an affair
He walked into the local alehouse and ordered a beer
The locals gave crafty looks with anxiety and fear

This man's reputation throughout ye olde London town
Was one of terror and unwelcome renown
The barmaid gave him an uneasy smile
Hoping he would leave in a very short while

The stranger didn't leave after his beer was drank
The locals had an unlikely hero to thank
For the stranger dead or alive carried a reward
Never trust a barmaid when she is tired and bored

For the stranger's drink was spiked he fell to the floor
That barmaid will be collecting her reward that's for sure

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