The Wanton Harlot Poem by Paula Glynn

You saucy Wanton Harlot, he says,
For it is the 1800's and he is a man,
Of murderous means,
He desires her beauty,
And the power of the kill.

When he seduces her,
He has an attraction and a skill,
For he is a smooth criminal,
And wants to sleep with and kill,
His Wanton Harlot.

He has always desired,
That type of woman,
Their Victorian dresses,
Hiding the magic of their beauty,
And he knows how to cast a spell.

He lives for the night life,
His hands of a surgeon:
A brutal, evil surgeon,
Just as Jack the Ripper did;
Jack his hero.

Luring his Wanton Harlot,
Into the back streets of the night,
He attacks with a knife,
And feels the pleasure,
Of the kill.

He lives to have his reign of terror,
For the police to wonder,
Just who is responsible,
But he is determined not to be caught,
But hell waits, to make his pleasure,
His ultimate pain.