Four Cups of Wine
~ A Passover Tale ~
Four cups of wine
They say I must drink
I’m getting too old for this
Don't you think...
But I psyched myself up
and drank the first cup
The room didn’t spin
I thought I might win…
Then came a second cup
and later a third
I glanced at my son
He looked like a bird…
Came time for cup the fourth
but I took the fifth
So as not to incriminate myself ~
converted to Buddhism forthwith...
Now if ever there was a faerie
tale, this one is it
I had better stop here
‘fore' that wine drowns my wit
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2022
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