You Are Yiddish

For breakfast British have a bowl of shreddy

And at lunch like beer hearty and heady

Had salad of Waldorf while out wondering

About lightening with all the thundering.


How about pudding liked in Yorkshire 

You wanted to have will taking a tour

Then with big brain that had expanded

In South Hampton we will have landing.


Essex entered and met a fine friend

And return there again we do intend

Should have seen his great Selfy

Looked like Big Ben Franklin in Philadelfy.


Wo wo wo along with another ho ho ho

And also what about a way we all go

To become again somewhat British

Unless in Israel where you are Yiddish. 


James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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