blindshipping, a poem
Pharaoh sat upon his throne so high.
To choose a mate, the time was nigh.
Lined up to the gates the pretty women stood,
The kind of women that’ll give you morning wood.
But, as always, Pharaoh was bored,
As the women jingled their decorative chords.
They were alright, he couldn’t deny,
Except that Pharaoh was into guys.
One after another they showed off their swag.
“By the seven Hathors, this is such a drag.”
But, out of nowhere, they brought in a boy,
His destiny to be an Ancient Egyptian sex toy.