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