I bet if you were a mummy wrapper in ancient Egypt, on thing you would constantly find yourself telling people would be, 'Be sure, before I start, you have all the jewelry and so forth on the body, because I am NOT unwrapping him later.'
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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The Dented Can
Looking at the reduced cart
I see a dented can
That's cheap
The wrappers off
And what's inside
Is a mystery
Should you take a chance
To find out what's inside
And buy the dented can
Or do you overlook it
And buy a can
That does have a wrapper
Because you do know
whats inside the one with the wrapper
Or do you buy the dented can
Without a wrapper
So you wonder to yourself
Is what inside that dented can
without a wrapper
good or bad
I wonder who's gonna
Take a chance on that dented can
Without a wrapper
Usually the one that do take that chance
Are cheap
And maybe a little crazy
Or just poor and that's all they can afford
Is all hope gone for that damaged can
Is there still someone good out there
That is willing to take a chance
On a dented can without a wrapper
Or does that can deserve
Not have someone
Who will see the beauty
In a dented can
Without a wrapper on it
Antiques wanted and we pay cash!
We accept old paintings & lithographs
Jewelry, Furniture and fine Asian stuff.
I sent them a letter in registered post.
Really an Asian pedigree
Aryan, a Bohemian!
Eager to hand over my skeletal body
Half burnt and the rest smother
It's like an abstract painting.
You could use as a sculpture or a wall hanging
If not could be easily auctioned to New Egypt
As a modern mummy!
*Enclosing my photograph and relevant documents for your kind perusal
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Oh Mummy, Oh Mummy
Oh Mummy, oh Mummy
where are you?
You were in your sarcophagus yesterday
but now you are gone.
Oh Mummy, oh Mummy
where may you be?
Has someone in the night
come in and stolen thee?
Oh Mummy, oh Mummy
I know you are two thousand years old
and just a box of bandages,
but about you, I care so.
I found you in that pyramid
amongst all your treasures
for the after life.
Oh Mummy, oh Mummy
there you are hiding away from me.
Hey, what are you doing?
Oooh Mummy stop doing that,
you are two thousand years old
and I am only twenty-three.
Oooh Mummy. Oooh Mummy
don’t stop now.
Oooh Mummy you are a sexy beast.
4 November 2009
poem by David Harris
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Oh mummy don't
At night my eyes cry
Oh mummy don't your making me die
At night my nose turns cold and red
Oh mummy don't hit me on the leg
At night my lips get chapped and cut
Oh mummy dont squeeze my gut
At night my head hurts
Oh mummy don't whip me with your leather skirt
At night my body shivers
Oh mummy don't you'll scare my teddy quivers
At night my heart stopped beating
Oh mummy please stop repeating
At night I pray I were dead
Oh mummy don't cant you see the tears I shed
At night I know my life is mean and dark
Oh mummy don't the scares turn into question marks
At night I weep to myself quietly
On mummy don't you're frightning me
At night I have learned dirty words
Oh mummy don't please say this in nice words
At night I pick up the knife
Oh mummy I am ready to take my life
This poem I have written is just to tell the world out there that kids DO NOT deserve
this kind of life, so if you ever do see something like this going on why don't you do something
about it. In this world 50% kids die because of child abuse, So don't leave it if you see it
do something about it and save a life.
poem by Sumiya Khan
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Wings to fly. my babies
As we grew my our wings to fly.
Please don't question God why.
Don't think he is unkind Mummy,
We were choosen for grater things.
Our work Is in Heaven above.
To be your Guardian Angels.
Sending down our love.
We know you are sad Mummy.
But we are, with Jesus
And he sings us lullabies.
We watch you every day Mummy.
And we see you cry.
Mummy we wish you wouldn't cry.
we are waiting here in heaven.
And when you come home Mummy,
We will run to you.
Mummy please don't be sad.
Mummy please don't cry.
We are with Jesus and he sings us lullabies.
(Archie and Emmy)
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Go Down Moses
Chorus sings:go down moses
Way down in egypt land
Tell all pharaoes to
Let my people go!
Armstrong:
When israel was in egypt land...
Let my people go!
Oppressed so hard they could not stand...
Let my people go!
So the God seyeth: go down, moses
Way down in egypt land
Tell all pharaoes to
Let my people go!
So moses went to egypt land...
Let my people go!
He made all pharaoes understand...
Let my people go!
Yes the lord said go down, moses
Way down in egypt land
Tell all pharaoes to
Let my people go!
Thus spoke the lord, bold moses said:
-let my people go!
if not Ill smite, your firstborns dead
-let my people go!
God-the lord said go down, moses
Way down in egypt land
Tell all pharaoes to
Let my people go!
Tell all pharaoes
To
Let my people go
song performed by by Louis Armstrong
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Jewelry
I know that Im a diamond
But you dont gotta treat me like one
I know I shine like platinum
And Im about as real as they come
And I dont like the way youre doing me
You wear me then you put me away
Cant come out until you want me
And I cant let you keep it this way
I dont like the way that you be shining me
You be treating me like jewelry
Then you turn around and you stash me
You be treating me like jewelry
I dont like the way that you be shining me
You be treating me like jewelry
Then you turn around and you stash me
You be treating me like jewelry
This has become a problem
You watch me like youre security
You place me under lock and key
Like someones gonna run away with me
You keep the same old stories
You say that youre protecting me
But you only worry how long before you lose me
I dont like the way that you be shining me
You be treating me like jewelry
Then you turn around and you stash me
You be treating me like jewelry
I dont like the way that you be shining me
You be treating me like jewelry
Then you turn around and you stash me
You be treating me like jewelry
You make me feel like Im your jewelry
Im not your jewelry, dont put me on display
You make me feel like Im your property
Why dont you show me some respect
So now make your decision
Do you think that you could untie my hands
You know that youd be stressing
If you were no longer my man
And theres no combination
I can leave you anytime that I choose
So if you dont believe me
I guess you will just look like a fool
I dont like the way that you be shining me
You be treating me like jewelry
Then you turn around and you stash me
You be treating me like jewelry
I dont like the way that you be shining me
You be treating me like jewelry
Then you turn around and you stash me
You be treating me like jewelry
You make me feel like Im your jewelry
You make me feel like Im your jewelry
song performed by by Nivea
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Spirits Of Ancient Egypt
Youre my baby and I love you
You can take a pound of love
And cook it in the stew . . . . .
When youve finished doing that
I know what youll want to do
cos youre my baby and I love you
Im your baby -- do you love me?
I can drive a cadillac
Across the irish sea
But when Ive finished doing that
I know where Ill want to be
cos Im your baby, and you love me.
Spirits of ancient egypt
Shadows of ancient rome
Spirits of ancient egypt
Hung on the telly
Hung on the telly
Hung on the telephone . . . .
Youre my baby, I know you know
You could sell an elevator
To geronimo
And when youve finished doing that
I know where youll want to go
cos youre my baby, I know you know
Spirits of ancient egypt
Echoes of sunken spain
Spirits of ancient egypt
Hung on the phone
A-hung on the phone
A-hung on the phone
. . . . . again . . . . .
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Letter to my Mother
Mummy tell me, did I bother you
While in comfort of your lovely womb
Mummy tell me.
While dawn had opened, and a new world was created
And the first gasps of air, I did, was my cry so loud?
While dawn had opened.
Mummy while nothing, but a helpless bundle
You made my bed and I sucked your breasts for life
Mummy while nothing.
Mummy that you continue, to wish me well
While am grown, your desire that all is well
Mummy that you continue.
My self I pride, a journey with you in a vast universe
A fountain and fortitude, you no worry, provision is mine.
Myself I pride.
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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Meet My Mummy
as the thought gurgul's in my tummy
it's time for me to introduce you to my mummy
we have played the dating game
flowers, choclates and lot's of champange
meet my mummy
we have walked on the sea coast
to our health we have raised many toast's
but a peek on the cheek is all i have recived
i have tried all my idel bantter
but i know you won't give it to me till i make you meet my mummy
meet my mummy
she is a cute old dame
i have used her in many of my love games
when i am unsure that you will sleep with me
i know it's time for me to take you to mummy
meet my mummy
because mummy will reassure you
that i am ur real prince charming
my mummy's smile is very disarming
when nothing will do the trick
it's time to stop being a prick
it's time for you to meet my muumy
meet my mummy
when i have used all the bait
and taken you out for sevral dates
and still you shy away from holding my hand
it's time to play the mummy band
meet my mummy
when all my re-assurances have failed
when you are still unsure will our love sail
it's time to bring in the mummy gail
meet my mummy
she generally does the trick
beta beta you are so pretty
what lovely match you two will make
you can trust mummy to fix up the marriage cake
meet my mummy
now that you have her assurance
it's time to jump with me in bed
it's sex time kitten
it's a great script that my mummy has written
so folks
whenever you fail to get a woman laid
the mummy game
will always work on your dame..............
poem by Anuj Tikku
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A child's perspective....
There's an angel in the curtains
mummy, mummy come and see.
Daughter, daughter I can see her
she's as pretty as can be!
Why is she in the curtains?
Mummy, mummy tell me do.
She is your guardian angel
and she watches over you.
Will she come and play with me?
I've great games we could play.
No dear, you must find some friends
and they will play those games.
So if she's my guardian angel
who watches over her?
Daughter darling daughter
God watches over her.
And mummy, mummy tell me
who watches over God?
No one, darling daughter
but we can give God love.
Then mummy I will love him
by morning and by night.
I don't want him to be lonely
when he's in bed at night.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Mummy. Mummy I Could Have...
Mummy, I had just become
Could have become
In your arms beautiful and whole
Says this voice in me
In the abyss it had gone
A rapist seed planted in me
Shattered, dreams to be
Piteous life
And blank mind pushed me.
Mummy help me
By then a cry not done
Dreams elusive
They had become
Old, helpless is me
And nagging is the voice
Mummy, mummy I could have…
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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Constantly Telling
to feel dubious
a little weary
of the man woman
constantly telling
of the perfect
wife husband children
raises a question why
if so perfect
happy why
the need
to keep
telling
others
this fact
so often as if trying
to convince who self?
What thing is missing?
This is the question?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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How Can I Be Sure
(felix cavaliere / edward brigati jnr)
How can I be sure?
In a world thats constantly changing
How can I be sure?
Where I stand with you
Whenever i
Whenever I am away from you
I wanna die
cause you know I wanna stay with you
How do I know?
Maybe youre trying to use me
Flying too high can confuse me
Touch me, but dont take me down
Whenever i
Whenever I am away from you
My alibi is telling people
I dont care for you
Maybe Im just hanging round
With my head up, upside down
Its a pity for you
I cant seem to find somebody new thats as
Wonderful baby as you
How can I be sure?
I really, really, really, wanna know
Really, really, wanna know , yeah
Also whether
Whether or not were together
Together will seem that much better
I love you, I love you forever
You know where I can be found
How can I be sure?
In a world thats constantly changing
How can I be sure
Ill be sure with you?
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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You see, the religious people — most of them — really think this planet is an experiment. That's what their beliefs come down to. Some god or other is always fixing and poking, messing around with tradesmen's wives, giving tablets on mountains, commanding you to mutilate your children, telling people what words they can say and what words they can't say, making people feel guilty about enjoying themselves, and like that. Why can't the gods leave well enough alone? All this intervention speaks of incompetence. If God didn't want Lot's wife to look back, why didn't he make her obedient, so she'd do what her husband told her? Or if he hadn't made Lot such a shithead, maybe she would've listened to him more. If God is omnipotent and omniscient, why didn't he start the universe out in the first place so it would come out the way he wants? Why's he constantly repairing and complaining? No, there's one thing the Bible makes clear: The biblical God is a sloppy manufacturer. He's not good at design, he's not good at execution. He'd be out of business if there was any competition.
quote by Carl Sagan
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Hug me, please...
Please hug me, I like to feel your warmth,
addressing me with words of love and affection,
giving me the best of the world,
as far as you are concerned,
Looking at me lovingly with your eyes,
that are perfectly colored as your dress,
beautiful dresses that you wear to work,
you really look pretty and beautiful.
the long nails that you have,
sometimes scratch me,
the ornaments that you wear,
poke my face and body,
when you bend to show your love.
Mummy I am your child, please take me,
hug me, play with me and teach me,
the meaning for love,
how mummy birds bring the worms in their beaks,
to their baby birds through out morn,
and at the evening, merrily and happily.
No birds let their babies to be bird sit,
No animal let their young to suffer in cold,
they always hug their babies,
and their babies roll on their mothers.
I will not spoil your dress and make up,
please hug me mummy, I am your child,
You can put multiple layers of diapers,
and I would like to wear the heavy guard,
for your love mummy, only for the hug,
Please hug me, I am your baby, mummy.
I will not soil your blouse mummy.
I will not soil your shirt, Daddy..
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Night Over Egypt
Wansel / Biggs)
There's a sky in the east
Over pyramids at Giza
Where there once lived a girl
She ruled the world
Then down the nile
He came with a smile
He was the king
She was the queen
Under the moonlight
Your eyes won't believe
What your mind can't concieve
Oooh
Nights over Egypt
Nights over Egypt
Nights over Egypt
Incense & myrrh
And girls that swirl
To the music
Nights over Egypt
Women fellahin
Wear veils to been seen
By no one
Take a caravan across
The sudan
Saharan fagade
Is just a mirage
Oasis in the sand
Where life once began
Under the moonlight
Your eyes won't believe
What your mind can't concieve
Nights over Egypt
Nights over Egypt
Nights over Egypt
Nights over Egypt
song performed by by Incognito
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I look at being an actress as being like a mummy: You're bandaged up and preserved as soon as you start making other people money.
quote by Anna Friel
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Archie and Emmy
Today Mummy should have two beautiful babies.
But today Mummy has pain.
Mummy lost you both a while ago.
She never got the chance to meet you.
She never got to say hello.
Didn't really get to say goodbye.
My precious babies you are Angels way up high.
You live in the clouds and shine with the stars.
My Angels you shouldn't be in the sky.
today you should be in mummy's arms.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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My Babies gone to soon
A moment you were in Mummy's tummy
But you weren't to stay long.
God needed two new Angels to be in Heaven
He decided you my babies should never no,
the pain of this earth.
To heaven you went your tiny feet,
never got to touch the ground.
A moment you were with Mummy
Swiftly and quickly you were gone.
God needed you both for grater plans.
My Angels Mummy wanted you so much.
She wanted to feel your touch.
Mummy has been blessed because she held you in her womb.
Mummy has 2 Angels above.
But it's not where she wanted you to be.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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