Khufu and Cheops were one and the same,
Twenty-five hundred B.C.,

The pyramid builder egocentrically created
The place where his tomb was to be,

No one seems to know whether slaves or volunteers
Stacked a few million cubical blocks

Of locally-quarried, suitable stone --
Not too soft nor too firm, à la Goldilocks,

The slope of the four sides and corners was
A magical seventy-seven degrees,

Did that long ago ruler die of chronic inbreeding
Or from some well-known disease?

I might have the answer, but I'm usually wrong,
Then again, I just might be unduly right,

Maybe once when he shouted his own name, "Khufu!"
There was no one to answer, "Gesundheit."

by D. Edgar Murray 02/26/2000