Step Into the Tomb

Archaeologists, quite a bunch of saps, afraid to open China's emperor's traps, because they’re to busy playing craps.

In the tomb of the old Qin, they dare not tread, for fear of booby traps that lie ahead. That’s the excuse that they said!

But I’ll tell you a tale of strange archeologists smoking weed. Of what they found, oh, how strange indeed. It was more then a keg full of mead.

With trembling hands and beards full of sweat, they cracked the seal, their hearts pounding in a rhythmic fret.

But what awaited them was quite a sight, not traps and danger, but wondrous and bright. They thought it was an angels light.

From the tomb, an old disco ball gleamed, casting reflections like a dazzling dream. Rainbows filled the air in a stream, and you could easily see the colorful beam!

despite the cob webs in the corners, this was going to be a magical night. They hoped no one would die from fright.

The first emperor, it seems, had a flair, for parties and dancing, and a hypnotizing glare. He even showed his flair with style and a dancing disco bear.

His tomb was a nightclub, a funky delight, with music and dance that echoed through the entire night. It was a great site, not in anyway a plight.

The walls were decorated with bright neon lights, and skeletons boogied with all their might. This gave some of the archeologists a fright.

Mummies jived, and pharaohs did the strut, in this tomb-turned-disco, they just couldn't go back to their huts. They found and ate a big bowl of nuts. It filled up their hungry guts. They finally escaped many nights that were ruts.

They spent all night getting drunk and feeling hazy, and became trapped in the tomb because they were lazy.

The archaeologists, perplexed and amazed, still didn’t regret joining the party, caught in the rhythmic craze.

They were to drunk and high to realize they were trapped beneath the ground with the emperor and his fries.

They twisted, they twirled, they did the electric slide, in the tomb of the emperor, their fears and common sense were set aside.

For who could resist such a groovy affair?The fear they had before dissolved in the air.

They danced with drunken mummies, laughing with glee. All this while in the tomb of the emperor, they felt so wild and so free.

The archeologists eventually ran out of air and died, and were turned into mummies themselves. But the already living mummies took the book of the dead off the shelves.

With a twist of a wand a a twirl of their hand, the mummies brought the dead archeologists lives back to this land.

The archeologists continued to party and drink all night, then when the sun came up they took a nap and showered to get ready for their flight.

They removed the new cave blockage, walked out and and tried to hail a cab. This was hard to do when your a mummy and your body looks like one big scab.

They went back to the cave and borrowed some wraps, and they thought they’d get people claps. Then they called a limo, no more flaps.

They returned to their homes and wives, shocking them all, causing them to cry and complain about their lives. They all commented and said “it looks like you have wrinkles and hives.”

So, everyone should remember, when fear takes hold, sometimes the unknown is a treasure untold.

Archaeologists, brave and no longer standoffish or meek, discovered a disco where they originally feared to seek.

If you ever find yourself in a bind, remember this tale so you can leave fear behind. If it is true that I haven’t yet told, it is always better to be bold.

For who knows what wonders await when you dare to step into the great unknown anew. Just remember that someone will always love you. Just use common sense so you don’t feel blue.