Welsh slates shipped to Egypt
Long, long ago
Outcome: Cleopatre Under Egyptian snow
Who would have guessed it
The first of the plagues
God knows how it got there
Probably across the waves
The tombstone teeth, gnashing of gums
Some Hungarian car repair man
On a bum run
Wanting to fix
Mark Anthony's Chariot
Oh he was an Ambitious man
Like Trump
Only on a Bad day
Trying to slaughter the
Sacred Cow
Of Reason
Yet he married a Russian Lady
Beautiful as Cleopatra, probably
Except she really was a rich and powerful Queen
And he is a hedge monkey now
Can you clean the windows of the pyramids
With the water of the Nile
What if the ladders all had tights in them
What if the snakes were really
Phallic representations
And did Caesar invent the boardgame
To keep himself occupied in the wee small hours
Thinking of Antony and Cleopatra
In all their heavenly powers
Pharaoh, far away, far away sky
All the tribes of Israel
Over the rainbow in a foreign land
May die
Unless a Moses leader can take away
The blame
And scapegoat
Or shake the boughs
Where the sleeping babies lie
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