Khartoum
A limerick
There was an old man from Khartoum
Who kept skeletons in his back room
It was also his style
To paddle on the Nile
And dig up mummies at night from a tomb.
One day whilst in his canoe
With the chief of police that he knew
In hindsight he’d been
A little too keen
To give the chief an unwanted clue.
He told him it was really funny
That he still lived at home with his mummy
He then bit his tongue
When he knew that he’d sung
And may end up being the bunny.
He quickly changed the subject to fish
And under his breath made a wish
That the chief would forget
If he put him in debt
By giving him his catch on an elaborate dish.
The chief seemed really pleased
To have the catch and have his palm greased
And took off in his car
Smoking a Cuban cigar
And the man from Khartoum’s anguish eased.
The bribe though didn’t last long
And then everything seemed to go wrong
He thought he’d been framed
And unjustly blamed
When he was raided and told to come along.
They handcuffed him then took him to jail
He screamed “mummy” and looked very pale
Now the man from Khartoum
Lives in a cell not a room
Incarcerated for life with no hope of bail.
©
David Rudder
5th April 2021
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