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    It’s quite hard to put the “jolly” into JTR, but I’m feeling festive. Altogether now…

    THE TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS

    On the first day of Christmas
    The Ripper seemed to be:
    A Pole called Kosminski.

    On the second day of Christmas
    The Ripper seemed to be:
    A Merchant Seaman
    And a Pole called Kosminski.

    On the third day of Christmas
    The Ripper seemed to be:
    Prince Albert Victor
    A Merchant Seaman
    And a Pole called Kosminski.

    On the fourth day of Christmas
    The Ripper seemed to be:
    A manic Midwife
    Prince Albert Victor
    A Merchant Seaman
    And a Pole called Kosminski.

    On the fifth day of Christmas
    The Ripper seemed to be:
    J – K – Stephen
    A manic Midwife
    Prince Albert Victor
    A Merchant Seaman
    And a Pole called Kosminski.

    On the sixth day of Christmas
    The Ripper seemed to be:
    Known to Mary Kelly
    J – K – Stephen
    A manic Midwife
    Prince Albert Victor
    A Merchant Seaman
    And a Pole called Kosminski.

    On the seventh day of Christmas
    The Ripper seemed to be:
    Poor old Walter Sickert
    Known to Mary Kelly
    J – K – Stephen
    A manic Midwife
    Prince Albert Victor
    A Merchant Seaman
    And a Pole called Kosminski.


    On the eighth day of Christmas
    The Ripper seemed to be:
    Mr Thomas Cutbush
    Poor old Walter Sickert
    Known to Mary Kelly
    J – K – Stephen
    A manic Midwife
    Prince Albert Victor
    A Merchant Seaman
    And a Pole called Kosminski.

    On the ninth day of Christmas
    The Ripper seemed to be:
    Writer of a Diary
    Mr Thomas Cutbush
    Poor old Walter Sickert
    Known to Mary Kelly
    J – K – Stephen
    A manic Midwife
    Prince Albert Victor
    A Merchant Seaman
    And a Pole called Kosminski.

    On the tenth day of Christmas
    The Ripper seemed to be:
    A mad Yankee Quack
    Writer of a Diary
    Mr Thomas Cutbush
    Poor old Walter Sickert
    Known to Mary Kelly
    J – K – Stephen
    A manic Midwife
    Prince Albert Victor
    A Merchant Seaman
    And a Pole called Kosminski..

    On the eleventh day of Christmas
    The Ripper seemed to be:
    A very soggy Monty
    A mad Yankee Quack
    Writer of a Diary
    Mr Thomas Cutbush
    Poor old Walter Sickert
    Known to Mary Kelly
    J – K – Stephen
    A manic Midwife
    Prince Albert Victor
    A Merchant Seaman
    And a Pole called Kosminski.

    On the twelfth day of Christmas
    The Ripper seemed to be:
    Yet to be discovered
    A very soggy Monty
    A mad Yankee Quack
    Writer of a Diary
    Mr Thomas Cutbush
    Poor old Walter Sickert
    Known to Mary Kelly
    J – K – Stephen
    A manic Midwife
    Prince Albert Victor
    A Merchant Seaman
    And a Pole called Kosminski.

    (Apologies if this makes no sense to those outside the UK)
    "...a snapper-up of unconsidered trifles."

  • #2
    I enjoyed that.

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    • #3
      Hello Autolycus!

      That's the way it goes on these boards!

      I am a daring Finn, adding the traditional Horror-story day to this:

      On the thirteenth day of Christmas
      The Ripper seemed to be:
      An unknown common man
      Yet to be discovered
      A very soggy Monty
      A mad Yankee Quack
      Writer of a Diary
      Mr Thomas Cutbush
      Poor old Walter Sickert
      Known to Mary Kelly
      J – K – Stephen
      A manic Midwife
      Prince Albert Victor
      A Merchant Seaman
      And a Pole called Kosminski.

      By the way: I have heard a Finnish version of an American country song. Not sure about the name (porbably originally "John's house"), but the same idea!

      So, this makes perfectly sense to a non-English speaker, thank you a lot!

      All the best
      Jukka
      "When I know all about everything, I am old. And it's a very, very long way to go!"

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      • #4
        Thanks Cap’n Jack and Jukka. I shall look forward to our version being sung in some far-flung places over the Christmas Dinner. Make sure your guests join in, it’s educational!

        Regards
        "...a snapper-up of unconsidered trifles."

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        • #5
          Hi Autocyclus,
          I too enjoyed it very much, and I'm sure most did also.
          So let me congratulate you on behalf of the silent majority!

          Amitiés,
          David

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          • #6
            Well done, Autolycus!

            Maybe we should get a chorus of Ripperologists together to sing and record it, then post on YouTube.

            We get the Twelve days of Christmas bit over here. It's the "figgy pudding" we don't quite understand!


            Best,

            Cel
            "What our ancestors would really be thinking, if they were alive today, is: "Why is it so dark in here?"" From Pyramids by Sir Terry Pratchett, a British National Treasure.

            __________________________________

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            • #7
              Robert D'Onston Stephenson

              Roslyn, the red-nosed suspect
              had a very shiny nose.
              And when Geaorge Marsh saw him,
              His candidacy began to grow!

              All of the other suspects
              used to laugh and call him names.
              They never let poor Roslyn
              join in any Christian games.

              Then one foggy Christmas Eve
              Roslyn came to say:
              "Davies making such a fright,
              won't you arrest the Doc tonight?"

              Then all the suspects loved him
              as they shouted out with glee,
              Roslyn the red-nosed suspect,
              you'll go down in history!
              Regards Mike

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              • #8
                Annie Chapman

                Every body Pauses and stares at me
                These two teeth are gone as you can see
                I don't know just who to blame for this catastrophe!
                But my one wish on Christmas Eve is as plain as it can be!

                All I want for Christmas
                is my two front teeth,
                my two front teeth,
                see my two front teeth!

                Gee, if I could only
                have my two front teeth,
                then I could wish you
                "Merry Christmas."
                It seems so long since I could say,
                "Sister Susie sitting on a thistle!"
                Gosh oh gee, how happy I'd be,
                if I could only whistle (thhhh, thhhh)

                All I want for Christmas
                is my two front teeth,
                my two front teeth,
                see my two front teeth.

                Gee, if I could only
                have my two front teeth,
                then I could wish you
                "Merry Christmas!"
                Regards Mike

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                • #9
                  Ripper Wonderland

                  Hi Mike. Those are really good. Will you allow me one more?

                  Ripper Wonderland.

                  Did Mary sing? O were you listening?
                  In her room, the blood was glistening.
                  A horrible sight, the worst of all nights,
                  Even in a Ripper Wonderland.

                  Got away, did Saucy Jack,
                  This time he’ll not be back!
                  He thinks his work’s done
                  As we blunder along,
                  Clueless in a Ripper Wonderland.

                  In the morning we could build a snowman,
                  Then pretend that he is Baphomet.
                  He’ll say: Masons did it!
                  We’ll say: No man,
                  But that’s the weirdest theory we’ve heard yet.

                  Ripperologists conspire,
                  As they dream by the fire
                  That one day they'll name,
                  The man who is to blame
                  For creating such a Ripper Wonderland.



                  Regards.
                  "...a snapper-up of unconsidered trifles."

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                  • #10
                    Mary's kettle roasting on an open fire,
                    Jack the Ripper nipping on your nose,
                    Yuletide carols being sung by a choir,
                    And folks dressed up like Polish Joes.

                    Everybody knows a Kidne and some mistletoe,
                    A candle to make the Millers Court bright.
                    Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow,
                    Abberline Will find it hard to sleep tonight.

                    They know that Jack's on his way;
                    He's loaded lots of knives on his sleigh.
                    And every neighbour is going to spy,
                    To see if bloodhounds really know how to fly.

                    And so I'm offering this simple phrase,
                    To kids from one to ninety-two,
                    Although its been said many times, many ways,
                    A very Merry Christmas to you
                    Regards Mike

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                    • #11
                      Mike, you have seriously got to vet your posts before you hit that button.

                      My own contribution is pithy in compare.

                      Macnaghten, Swanson, Anderson, Cutbush and Littlechild take a Christmas break birdwatching in the Welsh hills in 1888.
                      A large bird floats past on the breeze.
                      'Buzzard,' says Charles Henry Cutbush.
                      'Kike!' scream the others in unison.

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                      • #12
                        Silver Bells

                        Ooh! May I join?

                        Man from hell, man from hell
                        Jack's running loose in the city.
                        Daggers gleam, women scream,
                        Some one won't see Christmas day.

                        City sidewalks, busy sidewalks,
                        Scenes of filth and despair,
                        And the air thick with fog and pollution.
                        People striving, just surviving,
                        Crushed with toils and care,
                        And on every street corner whores fear...

                        Man from hell, man from hell,
                        Jack's running loose in the city.
                        Daggers gleam, women scream,
                        Some one won't see Christmas day.

                        While the winds howl and the clouds scowl
                        In the shadows he'll lurk
                        While he waits for a lady who's willing.
                        Hear the girl fall 'gainst the back wall
                        That's the Ripper at work
                        And it's all only playtime to him...

                        The man from hell, man from hell
                        Jack's running loose in the city
                        Daggers gleam, women scream
                        Some one won't see Christmas day.

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                        • #13
                          Let it Rip

                          “Oh the murders outside are frightful
                          And a fire would be delightful
                          And since you’ve a place you know
                          Let us go, let us go, let us go.”


                          “Well you’ve shown no signs of ripping
                          And brought a quart pot for sipping
                          The candle’s burned way down low
                          So let’s go, so let’s go, so let’s go!”

                          “When I finally perfect my art
                          How I'll hate going out in the rain!
                          But if I hold on tight to your heart
                          All the way home I'll be sane.”

                          “The fire is slowly dying
                          But, my dear, you must stop trying
                          To hug me and squeeze me so
                          Let me go! Let me go! Let me go-OH!!”

                          Caz &
                          XX
                          "Comedy is simply a funny way of being serious." Peter Ustinov


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                          • #14
                            All you people are sick do you know that?

                            A contribution from Francis Tumblety sung to the tune of "Little Drummer Boy"

                            then he smiled at me
                            me and my bum

                            bum, bum, bum.

                            c.d.

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                            • #15
                              I'll be singing all of those for sure

                              That was truly brilliant keep em coming

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