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Mumtaz What A Babe,,like Honey De
Robert Hawkins
Mumtaz Mahal.
Died giving birth.
To fourteen kids.
And never a complaint.
Least historally.
She had to be a very special woman.
She died in 1631.
She had to have possessed a key.
To a man's soul.
Shah Jahan.
Big wheel of the Moguls.
She sure had his key.
For he was so obsessed.
(OK, probably me too.)
But can you picture what she loked like?
Shah Jahan.
By the river Jumna.
Built her tomb.
Twenty thousand Moguls.
Fifteen years.
White marble.
Shah Jahan.
Had plans for black marble edifice.
For himself.
But his son thought,
"That remains to be seen."
And waxed Daddy.
He probably wound up in a shallow grave.
But Mumtaz Mahal.
No one can forget her.
For she will always reside.
Repose in comfort babe.
You deserve it.
Fourteen kids.
There could be only one place.
Wanna visit Mumtaz?
Be glad to take you.
She's like Honey De. Without all the kids.
But for Honey De.
Who will build.
The Taj Mahal.
Me?
Only if if it can be done.
Verbally.
What a babe.
rlh
Note; Sorry, I think I pushed the wrong button ealier.
Honey was blowing in my ear.
Robert Hawkins has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Robert's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Robert's latest works: