Cleopatra Drain
Poor little Cleopatra Drain Will never seem the same again. One night some little time ago Whilst Ma was at a picture show, Thinking she might immerse herself She took a tin bath from the shelf And then, removing her attire She bathed before the kitchen fire. Her future might have held some hope Had she not trodden on the soap. Looking like nature in the raw She skidded on the kitchen floor. Then finished up this flight so strange By sitting on the kitchen range. The red hot stove, I hate to say Was trade marked in the usual way. Poor Cleo gazing in the glass Discovered what had come to pass, For where she sat the poor girl saw Burned the word EXCELSIOR. Well, War broke out and like a shot Her patriotism burned red hot, She went and joined the ATS Who asked her would she please undress. The Commandant exclaimed 'Come! Come! What is the word you have there chum? A code word, unless I'm a chump That means an ammunition dump. We will have to blot it out, I guess And find another one unless You want to be shot as a spy But no-one wants to see you die!' So they called in a local painter chap Who altered Cleopatra's map And substituted, what a farce, The bold words 'Please, Keep Off The Grass.' ![]() |