Jack the Ripper

Dear boss, I keep on hearing

That the police have caught me

But they won't fix me just yet

I have laughed

When they looked so clever

And talk about being

On the right track

That joke about leather apron

Gave me real fits

I am down on whores

And I shan't quit ripping them

Till I do get buckled

Grand work the last job was

I have the lady no time to squeal

And I want to start again

You will soon learn of me

With my funny little games

I saved some of the proper red stuff

In a ginger beer bottle over the last job

To write with but it went thick

Like glue

And I can't use it

Red ink is fit enough I hope

Ha ha

The next job I do

I shall clip the ladies ears off

And send them to police officers

Just for jolly

Wouldn't you?

Keep this letter back

Till I do a bit more work

Then give it out straight

My knives so nice and sharp

I want to get back to work right away

If I get a chance

Good luck!

Yours truly,

Jack the Ripper

Don't mind me given the trade name