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BEHIND THE PYRAMID WITH RA AND NUT

      Let’s just call each other  Ra and Nut  ok?  
      No need to be formal here behind the pyramid.
      I tell you, Nut, I don’t mind having the job as top god  in Egypt.
      After all it’s better than being rain-god in this desert.  
      But those hieroglyphic guys spoil it all. I just don’t get no respect.

Tell me about it , Ra, they rain on my parade too
      
      Like, I’m supposed to be in charge of the sun,  right?
      (In Egypt that’s an easy job).  And I kinda like you as my granddaughter, Nut
      (no disrespect, but you  really  are a nut).  
      Man, this  body-of-a-human-and-head-of-a-falcon crap has  
      Slowed me down.   I can’t fly  - body’s too heavy,  not aerodynamic as they say;
      I can’t ogle the ladies -  those falcon  eyes are too unfriendly. . . . .   

Hey fella,  that beak kinda suits you. . . .  bet you can crack peanuts dead easy, right?
     
     Don’t interrupt the sun god ok?   So  I married Ratet  and we had a daughter Hathor,
     And you,  Nut,  are  a descendant  through  Hathor.
     By the way, it’s no wonder they call you Nut  -   with all that incest. 

Can I get a word in edgeways Ra?. . . . . . . . Yeah,   I got given the  craziest name - 
A  boy named Sue?  - Ok;   but a girl named Nut?!      I guess my god-job  is ok     
(I’m  in charge of resurrection and rebirth – and that’s a job for life.)
(Oh  c’mon. . . . . Joke there, Ra baby,  chill out  man.)    So  I  married  
My brother Geb ( almost as bad as marrying your dad. . . .don’t get me started)
But Ra you’re right, the hiero-guys spoil it.     They  draw me  with blue skin,  
with the body of a woman and the head of a cow.  I mean. . . .  a freakin cow!
     
      I’ve seen those drawings, I thought they were an improvement on reality.

Like, who can read a  line which goes  “cat man meets dog-bird and wheat-and-corns  
him along the road to a lion-ship in water with a blue starry cow? 
Those hiero-guys should’ve been sacked long ago. 
(They say the Greeks have sacked their hieros, and use alphabets).
     
     Sounds good,  Nut  (excuse me smirking when I use your name).
     And what the hell does ”falcon-head guy ogles red-sheep flower-girl”  suggest,
     Especially if she is “flying her chariot with two giant fish” at the same time? 
     No, I reckon those hiero-guys have gotta go. Get me the phone number of those 
     Greek alphabet geezers, will you, Nut  (smirk again). . . . . . No respect. . . . . . 

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Date: 8/25/2011 12:59:00 PM
oh, ohhh... you must ave egyptian blood, syd!.. … extraordinary!.. special KUDOS to you for a captivating win!...huggs!
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Date: 8/25/2011 8:39:00 AM
hey Sydney congrats on your win David
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Date: 8/25/2011 7:57:00 AM
Congratulations on the win in the contest of tracie,Sydney
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Date: 8/25/2011 7:54:00 AM
Congratulations on your well deserved placement in Tracie's "Write like an Egyptian" contest Syd. Love, Carol
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Date: 8/24/2011 10:25:00 PM
Congrats Sydney on your winning poem in this special contest .. brilliant and entertaining too..
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Date: 8/24/2011 9:17:00 PM
yeah...no respect? why is that? can't believe virgin birth either i suppose? how about a huge floating amorphouse head in the sky watching eternally and give favors to bipeds on a blue rock orbiting one of a zillion suns? ;) ;) Congrad's Light & Love
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Date: 7/27/2011 1:54:00 AM
too funny Syd, best of luck in the contest
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