Here there little fella
Here there
C– l – o – s – e – r
Down the aisle
Follow the sign
Tick-tock
Teases a clock
In the shadows
Be brave hither
Heroic never
Trust your host
To guide you
Through an abyss
Of unprecedented bliss
Jack was a wimp
The Ripper I am
At your service
Hesitating still ugh
Never mind fella
Pray hang on
One moment more
Jolly and bright
The darkest alleys
Are my quarters
The austere grounds
On which I Rip Rip Rip
Gluttony is the name
Of my game
Instead of teeth
Dear Lord
Mine are grim lethal
Razor sharp blades
And my throat
A gruesome One-Way ticket
No wonder my stomach
Knows no rest
At your service
The Ripper I am
The infamous
Snowflake Moray Eel.
Childhood fishing memories from Poste-Lafayette, Mauritius.