MUMMY BOY

[gavinburnett]

MUMMY BOY

He wasn’t soft and pink
With a fat little tummy;
He was hard and hollow
A little boy mummy

“Tell us, please doctor
The reason or cause
Why our bundle of joy
Is just a bundle of gauze”

“My diagnosis”, he said
“For better or worse
Is that your son is the result
Of an old Pharaoh’s curse”

That night they did talk
Of their sons odd condition
They called him “A reject
From an archaeological expedition”

They thought of some complex
Scientific explanation
But assumed it was
Simple supernatural reincarnation

With the other young tots
He only played once
An ancient game of virgin sacrifice
(But the other kids ran away saying,
“You aren’t very nice.”)

Alone and rejected, mummy boy wept
Then went to the cabinet where the snack food was kept
He wiped his wet sockets with his mummified sleeves
And sat down to a bowl of sugar-frosted tanna leaves

One dark, gloomy day
From out of the fog
Appeared a little
White mummy dog


For his newfound wrapped pet
He did many things
Like building a dog house
A la pyramid of kings

It was late that day
Just before dark
Mummy boy took his dog for a
Walk in the park

The park was empty
Except for a squirrel
And a birthday party for a
Mexican girl

The boys and girls
Had all started to play
But noticed that thing that
Looked like paper mache

“Look, it’s a pinata!”
Said one of the boys
“Let’s crack it wide open
And get the candy and toys.”

They took a baseball bat
And whacked open his head
Mummy boy fell to the ground
He was finally dead

Inside of his head
Were no candy or prizes
Just a few stray beetles
Of various sizes

Ahhh poor wee mummy boy!