food is a matter of taste
I took mangos to the pharaoh.
Not sure what possessed me,
but I took a box of mixed biscuits
and biscuit mixer too.
I said there were no more, but
no is not spoken in pharaoh’s court,
so a pointed spear urged me
go and fetch more food.
Fresh lobster
they mistook as monsters.
Coffee made them hyper, and
sherbet gave pharaoh brain freeze.
Fruits and veggies saved the day.
Next time I visit ancient Egypt,
I’ll plate less charcuterie
and take more crudité.