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