The Wickedness of Luxor
There once was an arrogant Pharaoh
Whose favorite syrup was Karo
He'd pour it all over
A slice of pavlova
And then sing a chorus of "Day-O"
The king of the Incas declared
My pears are not perfectly pared
He demanded I try
A slice of his pie
From this torture, I beg'd to be spared
The Toltecs, I hear, are more versed
Though many suspect they are cursed
Their line has died out
From eating fried trout
And slices of old liverwurst
Sumerians never did conquer
Their strong urge to obscenely bonker
Their taste for whipped cream
Is sinful, I deem
I'm glad that they didn't last longer
| Contributors: | N, F, Anon., Ethetran, P. |
| Poem finished: | 23rd September 2003. |