I have a good friend who visits Egypt from time to time. When he does, he shares outstanding videos of Pharaoh Land that are on par with any travel doc Michael Palin has ever done.
He’s over there now, and yesterday I watched an Instagram video he shared of a mummy he was enamoured with at a museum. He called it a mummy and used Glenn Danzig’s song “Mother,” which I found highly appropriate and highly amusing.
The fact of the matter, though, was that my friend’s video was of a mummy inside a sarcophagus.
Unable to resist my inner class clown, I made a crack about sarcophagus kind of rhyming with Snuffleupagus.
I slept on it, and this morning I strung a few similar “rhymes” into a “poem”. The subject matter is Ancient Egypt, Sesame Street, and serious medical conditions. Here it is, submitted for your (dis)approval.
Big Bird’s friend is Snuffleupagus, and King Tut sleeps in a sarcophagus.
After high school, I went to college. At football games, I eat a sausage.
Minarets call Muslims to prayer, cigarettes call Bowie to cancer.
Oscar is a great big grouch. Most folks watch sports on the couch.
Hi-ho, muppet reporter Kermit brought the news. When the temperature falls, people eat stews.
Beans come in cans, and so does Oscar. Area 51 has a flying saucer.
Big Bird’s feathers are yellow, and my cardiologist is a fine fellow.
Some young kids have a tickle me Elmo, some sick folks hafta have chemo.
The Count taught me 123s, hot dogs clog my arteries.
Some people layer their clothing, and some people like bowling.
Outside of Cairo is a great big sphinx,Muhammed Ali once lost to Leon Spinks.
Mickey and Minnie are meeces, and stinky brown stuff is feces.
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