Winter Drawers Off!

Elsie Ding’s winter drawers,

Are hanging on her washing line.

Industrial-strength with ‘supa-elastic’, 

Though the stitching is quite fine.

But that’s not strange, why all the fuss?

I hear you casually say.

Well, it was Monday when her drawers went up,

And now it’s Saturday.

No, she’s not gone away on holiday,

To Scotland in her socks.

Without her drawers this time of year,

It’s far too cold around the Trossachs.

And when you mention her ailments,

She’ll say you’re overstating.

Yesterday, the wind got up,

It was quite invigorating.

Has Elsie Ding got no shame? You ask,

What has happened, do you know…

Why she has abandoned all reason,

And gone completely commando?

Well, she meant to bring her drawers,

Back into the house.

But a bulge in one leg revealed the nest,

Of a cute and sleepy dormouse.

So Elsie Ding tiptoed away,

And now she uses next door’s…

Washing line to dry her clothes,

Except for her winter drawers.

They’re still hanging there, industrial-strength,

Through winter rain and storm.

With a cute little dormouse nestled inside,

Curled up, all snuggly and warm.