Purim Serum
Reverse the decree, costume quorum,
Dour outlooks, ingrates can wait,
To “V’Al HaNissim” respond “Amen!”
‘Til Shichur or REM inebriate,
Confusing “Baruch Mordechai & Arur Haman”,
Choose an opponent as a receiver of being considerate,
Send Mishloach Manos, listen quietly to Ahem!
Uplift with LeChaim! Drink Schnaps to hydrate,
To a Purim Seudah gather friends,
Imbibe wine! Purim Torah relate,
Hamantaschen savor as Oneg’s the end,
Be generous to a fault, an Oni sate,
Is Purim Serum bourbon?
Or Simcha shared? Requires Iyon, Ruminate!
This poem may be wordy surplus, excess, abundant,
Which means “A lot!” Not at all “Definate”
Categories:
hamantaschen, blessing, friendship, fun, giving,
Form: Rhyme
It’s Purim and St. Patrick’s Day
And if you’re up for noshin’,
Have corned beef, cabbage and dessert –
Some bright green hamantaschen.
For those of you who do not know,
This pastry, always eaten
By Jews on Purim represents
The man who had them beaten.
His name was Haman and when he
Was finally defeated,
The bakers made a special treat,
Fruit-filled or poppy-seeded.
These sweets are shaped like Haman’s hat,
3-sided (and delicious!)
But since today’s St. Patrick’s Day,
It would be most judicious…
To make them green to honor both
The Irish and the Jews
And washed down with a Guinness,
I’d give 5-star-plus reviews!
Categories:
hamantaschen, holiday,
Form: Rhyme
Today’s a Jewish holiday
(It’s Purim) so, of course,
We celebrate by eating,
Which I heartily endorse.
The treats of choice are hamantaschen,
Triangles of dough
With prune or poppy filling
First baked many years ago.
They’re called this based on Haman
Who set out to kill the Jews.
The mention of his name’s drowned out
With groggers or with boos.
He wore a hat (3-sided)
So the pastries bear this shape.
Queen Esther foiled his evil plans
And helped the Jews escape.
Remembering, we eat our fill;
Each hamantash’s bite
Reminds us of the story
While it fills us with delight.
Categories:
hamantaschen, food, holiday, jewish,
Form: Rhyme
A festive Jewish holiday*
We celebrate today,
When children dress in costumes
And much merriment holds sway.
An evil man named Haman
Tried to have the Jews all killed.
The king, whose wife was Jewish,
Saw that deed was unfulfilled.
Since Haman wore a certain hat
Triangular in shape,
We eat three-cornered cakes to honor
Our too-close escape.
Called hamantaschen, they’re delish
And filled with fruit or “mun”
(Which translates into poppy seeds,
And that’s my favorite one).
The Purim story’s read each year
And Haman’s name is booed,
But afterwards we nosh,
With lots of hamantaschen chewed.
Commemorating history
With something we can taste
Takes a little of the bitter
And with sweetness it’s replaced.
*called Purim
Categories:
hamantaschen, food, history, jewish,
Form: Rhyme