The Wunderkammer of the Mild Colonial Boy, Esq., a Reactionary Tory Gentleman, who armed only with a Steampowered Babbage Engine and Pure Intentions, wanders the Time Streams and Aetheric Plane gathering an Eccentric Hodgepodge of Curiousities, Frivolities, Whimsicalities and Nonsense.
Q. Why is your Tumblelog called "My Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning"?
A. Because "My Grandmother's Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning" wouldn't fit in the available space.
“Now Mr. Wu was a laundry man in a shop with an old green door. He’ll iron all day your linen away, he really makes me sore. He’s lost his heart to a Chinese girl and his laundry’s all gone wrong. All day he’ll flirt and scorch your shirt, that’s why I’m singing this song. Oh Mr. Wu, what shall I do?, I’m feeling kind of Limehouse Chinese Laundry Blues”
Turned out nice again…
A more complete version of the song can be found below with outrageous innuendoes intact