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
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