Mr. Carter found a stiff,
identified it by it's glyph,
seems he was called Tutankhamen,
that's a name that's not too common,
not even up and down the Nile,
which is where he was, this Egyptophile.
Archaeologist or tomb robber?
Either way, it's sort of macabre.
It really is somewhat harrowing
when you choose to go out Pharaohing,
and I guess you could call it rummy,
that this guy was relived to find his mummy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem