Dear Jack the Reaper

Dear Jack the Reaper Flipping and fiddling, one might say engrossed by the impression Formally geared up for the occasion With eyes lit like clippers Walking and hands in pockets dipper Delighted by the label ‘Keeper’ Awaiting for the aftermath For he is a walking chipper Grinded, shredded I shed a tear And for a thought is like She turn-up when ends meet That Mona Lisa smile Stripping to entice mine eyes Leaper leaping towards mine soul Dear Lucy the Leaper (can also be read from bottom up) Space-Poet