Originally Posted by
Pendragon
Sonnet For the Ripper
In Whitechapel darkness a shadow would slink,
Who must have been able to pass as a toff;
Searching for fallen angels who had too much to drink—
Then out came the sharp blades as he sliced this or that off.
Some give the number of victims as low as just four,
While others claim as many as a dozen or so—
Cut down in the darkness, dissected, the blood gushing poured,
But the identity of Jack the Ripper is something no one knows—
Drop off another dispatch to the old post, now me luv—
Written in red ink since the proper red stuff has congealed!
Hee-hee! Bet I give the Inspector the fits with this stuff!
Could he but read between the lines, what secrets would be revealed!
But come now, Mary, don’t rise, stay flat off your back:
As you must! Hee-hee! Here’s a toast to saucy old Jack!
Pendragon
© 4/30/07