||[Apr. 5th, 2013|03:44 pm]
Frere Jacques:Anyone else remember the following rhyme? It was drummed into me in the 1950s by a lady who had it drummed into her in the 1920s. It goes to the tune of |
Perfect posture, perfect posture,
Do not stoop, do not stoop.
You must grow up handsome, You must grow up handsome.
Mind that hump, mind that hump.
Hateful ain't it?
Dot's new neck brace brought it to mind. I tried the thing on myself and it turned me into Mr Gladstone.