.... I've just found something far more scarey -
- read on if you dare!
She sat upon her Dobie,--
She heard the Nimmak hum,--
When all at once a cry arose,--
'The Cummerbund is come!'
In vain she fled: -- with open jaws
The angry monster followed,
And so, (before assistence came,)
That Lady Fair was swallowed.
They sought in vain for even a bone
Respectfully to bury,--
They said, -- 'Hers was a dreadful fate!'
(And Echo answered 'Very.')
They nailed her Dobie to the wall,
Where last her form was seen,
And underneath they wrote these words,
In yellow, blue, and green:--
Beware, ye Fair! Ye Fair, beware!
Nor sit out late at night,--
Lest horrid Cummerbunds should come,
And swallow you outright.
I'm not really sure where this train of thought came from,
I blame it on the medication, but good old Edward Lear's
fine words are enough to get small grandchildren
in from the garden pretty sharpish once the shadows
start to lengthen. I can recommend it as bedtime
reading for any small person of a nervous disposition.
I'm 5'2" and believe me I no longer linger in the
raspberries after dark!
A cummerbund can also be an item of gent's clothing
of course, seen modelled here by a big butch
Glaswegian after five pints of heavy and a
deep fried Mars bar - I think we all can guess
what comes next and that's pretty scarey too
- a pukka Glasgow kiss! (Look it up if you don't know).
I think on this occasion I'll just settle for good old
Beck's with a jumper round his waist!
I'd be a fool not to.