Jack was nimble
Jack was quick
Jack snuffed out life's candlestick
he cut like a knife
no one's wife
but women of the night
he left a grisly sight
the streets of London were his killing fields
to death's sharp edge some one yields
and the Ripper ripped
while aristocrats sipped
from glasses of champagne
and Jack achieved immortal fame.
-A poem about the world's first
vastly publicized serial killer
Jack the Ripper
who terrorized the streets of London
in 1888.
-written by Christopher
Monday February 11th 2013.
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