Prose and Poesy
By Merryl
Here's the story of King Tutankhamun
Who was born beneath the desert moon.
After his reign as Pharoah ended too soon,
Unknown, he decayed in his tomb.
Till Carter and Carnavon arrived, hats in hand
Tooting along their little excavation band.
They violated the valley and sifted the sand
And made the greatest discovery ever known in the land.
And now his body is subject to inquisitive stares,
While his spirit roams eternally, free from cares.
We may forever speculate and theorize on this ancient mystery
The young boy king, who forever changed Egyptian history.
There's so much to still to uncover of his legacy,
This god-king who was bested by human fallacy.
That no matter how divine you may be,
Your riches and gold will not stay.
From his tomb, we learned this lesson -Come what may;
When death summons, even monarchs must obey.
Merry meet and merry part!
Merryl