From street to street he’d gallivant
Surreptitious recalcitrant
He’d hunt the ladies of the night
From shadows dark and mind of blight
His lust for lives need not the sun
Jack of his trade, master of one
They who dwelt Whitechapel way
Read the news and in fear they’d lay
Whores and strippers their chances stark
When he the Ripper set his mark
Rest ye souls, canonical five
They not again were seen alive
art: Jack the Ripper by Bill Sienkiewicz
Amazing!
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Really? Thank you. Felt kind of goofy to me…
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Isn’t that always the case?! I really enjoyed it
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I suppose it is (: Thanks, John
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I loved it ♥️ thanks for sharing
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Thank you (:
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Excellent, A really interesting take on the word prompt and very clever poem.
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Thank you, sir
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I love it!!
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Thanks! Fuck the lemonade! Wombatsturbation!
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Bahahahahaha that’s me!
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