The ymmum, is a slew of bile,
And other rejected organs vile,
Its brain which through a Pharaoh's nostril,
Was pulled now harbours thoughts quite hostile,
To pyramids and wealth piled high,
With slaves emtombed therein to die.
It appreciates the poor man's lot,
Which - when in Pharaoh - it did not.
Its curse is far to weak to fuss,
The Thing in the Sarcophagus,
So it resorts to crude hi-jinks,
And knocks the nose off Rhamases' Sphinx.
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