Peddling pussy, poor girl, stony broke,
In a laneway, a shilling a poke…
“He’s a curious one,”
She thinks, (God! Should I run?)
With his little black bag and his cloak.
Tag: Jack the Ripper
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The poor gin-sodden whore swayed and tottered.
Jack followed her, sickly besotted…
She stopped for a pee,
Where nobody could see…
And he finished her there, where she squatted!
Her last assignation
Her dress carelessly clinging and ragged,
The tipsy whore stumbled and staggered.
Alas, and alack!
In the darkness lurked Jack,
His cock hard, his blade cold, sharp and jagged.
Gentleman Jack
Quite the dandy, effete, champagne sipper,
By night, he became Jack the Ripper;
Gas-light, a dark street,
The first girl that he’d meet
Ravished, stabbed, slit and splayed like a kipper.