Madame Guillotine

Madame Guillotine So neat and clean A gleaming blade Swiftly puts paid To a victim’s head Leaves him dead By slicing through The neck’s sinew To quickly sever His bonce forever Just a single chop The head will drop In a basket below For blood to flow Out from the veins Inside the remains Of he whose fated To be decapitated So neat and clean Madame Guillotine