THE MUMMY’S CURSE

 

 

Of all the frights I’ve had in life

There’s none unnerved me worse

Than that dreadful night of terror

That I heard the mummy’s curse

 

While in the Pharaoh’s pyramid

With only candlelight

I happened on an ancient scroll

Wrapped in a bundle tight

 

Then I read with trepidation

Its hieroglyphic verse:

“Beware, O foul defiler, now

You’ll hear the mummy’s curse!”

 

Then from a stone sarcophagus

Against a darkened wall

Emerged a fearsome mummy

Who stood immensely tall

 

Wrapped head to toe in linen

Hate blazing from its eyes

It stalked me like a tiger

As I whimpered wretched cries

 

It backed me to a corner

Then things went from bad to worse

As to my utter horror

I heard the mummy curse

 

“You mother-bleeping robber

You thieving sack of bleep

How dare disturb my Pharaoh

In his everlasting sleep”

 

“Be gone you bleeping infidel

And mark my words with dread

If you show your worthless bleep again

And I’ll crush you bleeping head!”

 

Then to its stone sarcophagus

It shuffled in reverse

No, I’ll not soon forget the night

I heard the mummy curse!

A Life Gone Sour

Magpie Tales posts a weekly prompt to stimulate the creative process.  Check it out…it’s fun.  Anyway, the photo above is this week’s prompt.  Here’s is my take on it.

I came upon a lemon

That lay bleeding in the sun

“I’ve lost my zest for living

Stick a fork in me…I’m done”

War of Words

Sometimes, it’s hard to keep the peace among the elements in a line.

My verb and object disagreed

It was a heated fight

I tried my best to mediate

But couldn’t make it right

The harshest struggles in a line

Are often intramural

The verb, you see, was singular

The object being plural

And so I sought an adjective

To help diffuse the fray

“I modify, not mollify”

Was all it had to say

This poem linked to Poets United.