His strength came from the reeds
That used to grow like weeds
Each day his powers grew
With each plant he brewed
The ancient scrolls kept coming
Preparing for what was coming
A message delivered  again
Assuring him he was sane

"From Hapi, Lord Of The River
Bringer of silt and vegetation
Thou shalt stay the savior
As Papyri need hydration
Drink from the holy Nile
No less than 8 libations
Thy daily thirst shalt be quenched
In Amun's boons thou shalt be drenched."

But now with water scarcity
Is it a cinch to keep hydrated?
8 glasses in a torrid city
Can make things complicated.

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Written for PoetsPub June Contest 2019