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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