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About the streets of London
clad in slippered feet
searching darkened venues
where the right ones I may meet
I lead them to the alleys
I rip them in the dark
I stain my leather apron
each night I do my work
I did my dance with Mary Ann
two slashes side by side
in my hands, I held Chapman’s womb
before I hit my Stride
A hurried slash and a fatal gash
sent Catharine far from mind
for I was running late, I had a date,
and with Kelly, I took my time
Jack the ripper I guess? The rhyming bothers me. You start off with a true rhyme of feet/meet and then it's near rhymes of dark/work etc. The rhyming also forced you to mess with syntax in "where the right ones I may meet"
This reminds me why I am not a big fan of rhyme.. but that's just my opinion.
The leather apron was a good choice of title. It made me want to read it.
Thank you for the feedback, Jerrybaldy. My favorite poems aren't rhyming ones either and for much the same reasons. As a poet, I'm definitely a novice.