Sex in the British Museum

An unexpected erotic encounter in a famous British establishment

Today, I made love in the British Museum
In front of Australopithecus man.
It started with glances
And odd mating dances
in the hall of the frowning Queen Anne.

I followed her through the Egyptology room,
Under the knowing gaze of a Mummy.
I jostled for place
And stared at her face,
Scarcely seeing the Pharaoh's wax dummy.

As we passed the dark entomology room,
I placed my right hand on her bum.
She said very sweetly,
"Did you see Nefertiti?
I thought all the others humdrum."

She led me along past the beetles and spiders,
And on to the maritime bay.
We swayed with the ships,
My hands on her hips,
Delightful, but awfully risqu

We fled up the stairs to the very top floor,
And there threw ourselves to the wall.
I lifted her skirt;
She tore out my shirt:
She was wearing a red camisole.

With fingers atremble and unseemly haste,
My trousers I downed to the ground.
I eased off in one piece
Her scarlet chemise...
And blinked at what I had found.

I left the Museum in complete disarray,
Australopithecus smirking at me.
Worry lines creased my brow
As I wondered just how
I could mistook a he for a she.