I wanted to write about his brain making his nose runny - well the embalmers would pull the brain out though the nose. They didn't think it was very important - could you imagine having your brain extracted in chunks through your nostrils? Mind you, sometimes when people sneeze, what comes out of their noses could easily be mistaken for brain tissue.
I could not work a runny nose into the rhyme, without making it more than a limerick. We will have to settle for writing a poem about mummies and runny noses some other time.
We did however, manage to include the bits about the inside bits of the mummy being removed. They were kept in giant pickling jars. Could you ever imagine going to the food cupboard and accidently taking out a jar of pickled stomach thinking it was something else? No, I doubt you could, and nor could we. But it was fun thinking about it.
Mummies
We couldn't find a good photo of a mummy,
so here is a black cat with an ear ring instead
so here is a black cat with an ear ring instead
I once knew an Egyptian mummy,
Whose demeanour was really quite funny.
All wrapped in a sheet,
From his head to his feet,
He'd no brain, no heart and no tummy.
