Mummy Poems - Poems about Mummy

beneath the sands where time and shadows meet there lies the tomb of one who cursed his breath a pharaoh bound by pride his own defeat entombed in gold and wrapped in linen death his sightless gaze guards treasures in his depth his name is lost but still his power stays a ghostly force to haunt the desert’s haze to those who...

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Mummy says you don’t deserve living, She says you are wicked, She says you don’t anything good, She has never said good about you, She spits fire as far as you are concerned, She you burden She says the day she met you, She wasted her life, She spread doom on herself, She says that after if all, You ran away. She says that she is...

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Hello mummy, how are you I believe you’re here on earth And of course, your life is new And perhaps you gave a birth To some other child, somewhere In a better place than ours I was bad, I lacked the care About you, when after hours You expected me to talk But I had a will to hide Used to go out for a...

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The nights are the worst. so lonely. wanting to hold you, the pillow becomes your skin. Arms wrapped around it, face buried in nonexistent raven hair that is yours, but not yours. arms clasped around and folded into sheets that in my hazy dream state become our hands, holding hands as we walk in the park. Wrapped in and around this tear stained fabric we kiss, and I...

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Seeking immortality A mummy on this plot Death but a formality My body withers not Nestled in a hidden tomb The last Egyptian king Lying in a golden room Beneath the falcon's wing My fate is unmistakened This curse on my demise On judgement day awakened Once more my soul to rise A prophecy of the blind Who foretold what's in store Reigning terror on mankind And death forever more...

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Hung on a brick wall the mummy looks spooky its Halloween time and her timing is fluky she prowls down the lane committing mutiny hostile as a devil she breathes foul frumenty Dried up like an old prune she flies like a goon hovering over the kids that live in Saskatoon with a menacing laugh she fills them...

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I am ready, big day today, my first meal, And what I smell to my taste does appeal, You have both been so busy preparing, Love the deal that the three of us sharing. Oh, it looks exciting, 3 bowls I see, Never underestimate me, Which one shall we try mummy The orange one looks so yummy, I’m in my chair, and wearing...

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Even a mummy has rights and emotions. Great Britain is changing the name of a mummy to do away with Mummy Discrimination. Mummy History - HISTORY Egyptian body stored in a sarcophagus no longer mummy when they would change name history books updated to reflect movement what we must mention weapons with ammunition much apprehension what was intention eloquent expedition became tradition could have conviction when we elect eviction can cause dissension proper selection get your...

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I want you to meet my mum Oh no, not the mum That means I could be the one There goes the fun Time for a ring That couple thing Need a plan Insanity is in the man Hun, I’m slightly gay It’s always been that way I try to hide it But it just won't go away I know babe That’s what I love about you You’re feminine...

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Sarcophagus lay in the ditch the wagon had lost its hitch dearest mummy was gone breath renewed by Amon she befell the wanderer’s itch...

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He had a sweetheart who he tried so hard to be a daddy to, while she just wanted to mother to Him. If they had had children God knows who would have looked after them; probably their own parents, while they both fought on to be the top sexually charged ****-toy....

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Dear friends, Please let me explain I am normally gone From the break of Spring Until now... Every year I begin with a show And in this year As some might know I began with a Bang! Big orders on a scale I have never seen... And while my gratitude Defies imagination My solitude Might...

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Can somebody, please, tell A Sugar Mummy That her sweet young guy is not a dummy Out of her The ‘Sugar’ what is left is ‘Mummy’ At last, her presenting as The Dummy? Can’t someone urge My Sugar Mummy To try a longer look at her tummy For the still bold presence of The Gummy That finally does return to her “A...

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Wrapped in bandages, I can hardly see. But I know there's a world waiting for me. I'm lucky to be alive; I know that as fact. But for friends I've searched. My mind, I've racked. So I sit above my grave listen to a dirge and I wait for a new life to emerge....

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A is for Ant (and for ass, your dad is an example of an ass) B is for Bee (and for b*stard, your dad is a bast*rd - first class) C is for Chicken (and for a word I don’t want to say - but see K) D is for Dog (and also for Dynamite - which I’d...

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