On Blackfriar’s Bridge

The chippies crawl

A penny for your pleasure

One and all

 

Whitechapel wenches

Run in fear

Any distance

Is still too near

 

Once with pox

Posies cover the rot

In death it matters not

What it is you’ve got

 

Blessed are those

Without want

Blessed be he that has

Cursed be he that don’t

 

Ref: Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest

Not one of them will confess

No one responsible for the deaths

And Jack goes laughing home

And Jack goes laughing home

 

Where law and order were mostly nil

He practiced death with a surgeon’s skill

With a heart that didn’t feel

While society paid the bill

 

Some pointed at the royal line

They were treated quite unkind

Smart ones spoke not a line

Acting like they were blind

 

A royal carriage fled the scene

Through foggy London’s streets unseen

Catching him was a waste to start

He freed the world of soiled tarts

 

No one seemed to really care

What’s right is right, what’s fair is fair

They hadn’t any business there

No word or whisper was ever shared

 

Ref:

 

I’ve told my story, I’ve told it well

No doubt Jack came straight from hell

Many men have made mistakes

In the end you get what you take

 

And life just seems to hurry on

We can’t replace the time that’s gone

Or remember people we have known

And at the end we’re all alone

 

Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest

Not a one of them will confess

No one’s responsible for the deaths

And Jack goes laughing home

And Jack goes laughing home

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2020, Ward&Mary Hays. All rights reserved.

Author Profile

Ward&Mary Hays
Life is what you make of it.

Some assembly is required!
Jack
5 based on 2 reviews

4 thoughts on “Jack

  • March 29, 2020 at 7:27 am
    Permalink

    Endless fascination for Jack; ripping good yarn poemy deal. W. and M! PS, sorry about the lameness of this comment!

  • March 24, 2020 at 10:10 am
    Permalink

    Hi Ward & Mary

    A very nice poem and tells a good story.

    When I first started reading English I read a book about Jack the Ripper and will never forget it. I think they still don’t know who did it, but maybe a doctor.

    Good poem.

    Ambot

    • March 27, 2020 at 10:03 am
      Permalink

      Very catchy first quatrain here:

      On Blackfriar’s Bridge

      The chippies crawl

      A penny for your pleasure

      One and all

      Nice rhymes and alliterations!

      Reading…

      Whitechapel wenches

      Hum…Jack the Ripper is on the prowl. Your liver is what he desires!

      Skipping along….

      You paint a good picture with your words that bring chills up the spine. Your rhymes are exceptional.

      Very well thought out and orchestrated. I enjoyed every line. Almost, like I was there! A bystander watches in fear, terrorized by the madman.

      ****** Six Stars!

      BOO 👻 Ghost

Leave a Reply