Old Ripper.A Poem by Thomas FitzgeraldA look at a world long ago and full of words!The Abbess holding fast to key's to lock them in, Smudges adorn the faces on men who call on, Those academicians spread wild across duck feather, Now silent as large paper crosses hands for a con. A bailed-man lurks in the corner for lips to move, Crafty devil one old spinster lied to another, Broganeer's fill the air that sound never soothing, Masks place havoc with reason and time further. Behind the Corinth sleeps many a conveyancer, Yes we too have dabbled and condiddled lots, A Cotswold lion keeps Mary from the cold at night, Never doubt the payments handed in the pots. Groggified and dancing while in the gun, Times were different then with the Gospel shop, Never mind old ripper is long since dead, Or so we believe when word is royal on the top!
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18 Reviews Added on July 20, 2016 Last Updated on July 20, 2016 Tags: 18th Century, Ripper, Whore, Brothel, Wording AuthorThomas FitzgeraldWexford, Leinster, IrelandAboutTo all who know by now - I love you. For those that don't, I review a lot of work on here, and I expect the same in return, friend me but make sure to have conviction! I'm a horror writer mostly bu.. more..Writing
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