Mummies – A Rather Dry Pome
by C. S. Scotkin
Every now and then, ‘tis true,
I move furniture to do
some really good housekeeping.
I have to vacuum, have to dust
guests are coming, so I must
attempt the seasonal chore.
Move that sofa, move the chair,
can you guess what I find there?
Some dessicated mummies.
I am not on Giza’s plain,
it does not take half a brain
to solve this small mystery.
Dehydrated geckos, seven
found their way to gecko heav’n
hidden from Grace and George.
Valiant little lizards, now
planted in my garden, how
many more wait for me?
I decide, move not the bed,
afraid to find one more dead
mummified small reptile.
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