Tuesday, October 7, 2014


With the prodding, the poking, and stitching
It's not odd when she woke she was bitching
And wrapped like a mummy
She's apt to feel crummy
Her body--no joke--must be itching.

Elsa Lanchester emerges from the bandages in Bride of Frankenstein (James Whale; 1935). Title gift-wrapped by David Cairns.

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