Jack The Ripper

Jack The Ripper

Jack the Ripper in all his glory

Stood at the foot of the stairs

Waiting for his chance to finish his job

He hoped they would have nightmares

The prostitutes of Whitechapel

Certainly hadn’t seen him appear

As he was a master of many disguises

He loved to see the look of fear

Maybe they all deserved it

But I guess we’ll never know

For Jack let none live to tell their tale

He alone enjoyed his show