She measured me, and how she frowned
But on the internet she found
Material of purest white
I was to be a tasty sight.
She cut and sewed for half a day
Then measured more, as if to say
“I'm not quite sure if this is right
It may be great, it might be [poor].”
I saw her not , but heard some yelling
Echoing through our tiny dwelling
Till, at last, the beast was born
And embryonic, it was worn
The finishing touches, soon complete
And I was clothed from neck to feet
In terry-towelling soft as down
Yes, Liz has made a dressing gown.
Rambling coat...pink jacket...dressing gown. Bit of a garment thing going on with your blog Andy. I await the next one with eager anticipation.
Posted by: Tim the Enchanter | October 07, 2006 at 08:18 AM
Sexy beast :-)
Posted by: Jac | October 07, 2006 at 08:21 AM
Whatever you might think, old mate
The dressing gown is truly great.
To see you clad in soft white fluff
Is preferable to in the buff.
Posted by: Jason | October 07, 2006 at 09:18 AM
Very drôle, everyone.
Posted by: AndyC | October 07, 2006 at 11:07 AM
A white fluffy duck comes to mind!
Posted by: fave sis michelle | October 07, 2006 at 09:20 PM
bloody big duck.... more like those swans who tried to eat you alive!
Posted by: Louise | October 07, 2006 at 09:35 PM
Ahh just married, you can tell can't you?
Posted by: Rebecca | October 08, 2006 at 12:01 AM
You look like an angel on his way to a good bar-b-Q
Posted by: Ian | October 08, 2006 at 10:13 AM