They stood within the festive hall.
There was a brilliant light
She whispered sister Anna dear
Does my bussel fit just right?
Her sister gave a hurried glance
And answered, Sakes Alive!
The horrid thing is twisted so
It's right upon your side.
Oh shove it back she faintly cried
And Anna tried to do it
But alas the treacherous string gave way
And sadly she did rue it.
For in a dark, unsightly heap
There lay the shattered cone.
Which like Vesuvious of old
Had towered in the morn.
There was Mother's apron soiled and torn
And baby's dirty frock
And brother David's undershirt
And a pair of Dad's old socks.
There was sister Anna's nightgown
Which was not a thing of beauty.
And just because that rotten string
Had failed to do its' duty.
She gave a wild and frightened look
And cried, There comes my feller
And with a mad bound
She cleared the ground
And landed in the cellar.
So pretty maidens one and all
There's a lesson you should mind
That when you tie your bussels on
Use Mother's new clothes line.
by Walter Scott St. Clair
Elizabeth's Father & my grandfather.
[Written when he was a young man.]
Probably written about 1890.
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