Rain drenched cobbles and a flickering light…
Fog rolling in and a scream in the night…
Distant footsteps and a constable’s whistle…
A terrible sight that’s makes ones hairs bristle…

The cobbles run red, and the walls drip with blood…
The body lies broken, covered in mud…
The public are panicked and well they should be…
For the Ripper is out there, that you’ll soon see…

Home by the river and in through the rear…
Where She lies waiting, eager to hear…
Her love for my deed is dark and grotesque…
Her passion for ****** draped over my desk!

To please her I’ll return to the dark, damp East End…
And another ‘plaything’ to hell I will send!
To pleasure my mistress, my goddess, my muse…
Her bloodlust is a request that I shall never refuse!