Stan the Mummy

Stan the mummy lived in darkness and gloom,
His world was pitch black, for he was entombed.

All he wanted was to go out and play,
For thousands of years he's been locked away.

To smell the fresh air, and feel the warm sun.
Even some mummies still want to have fun.

He wished for a friend in this horrible place,
But they'd probably run upon seeing his face.

Then one fateful day a grave-robber broke in.
And got more than gold, but a mummy's proud grin.

"Thank you kind sir." The mummy decreed.
"You've opened my tomb and filled me with glee."

"For setting me free, you may take all my gold,
Treasures and riches, and all I behold."

"All I ask is to live in your home,
away from the torment alone in this dome."

The robber agreed with greedy haste,
Unaware that his treasure would soon go to waste.

For with one passing glance his family ran.
And all he had left was a mummy named Stan.