Hymie Frankel sat in a restaurant
in the courtyard of a mall
Hymie was aware for sure
that the fare wasn’t kosher at all
The Rabbi of Hymie’s synagogue
just happened to walk past
When he noticed where Hymie was
he let out an awful gasp
Hymie, friend, what’s eating you
You know you mustn’t dine here
‘Now don’t you fret, Rabbi Cohen
There’s nothing whatsoever to fear’
‘You’ve seen me order, have you not?’
‘Yes, I have, but what’s that got—’
‘And you’ve seen me eat the shrimp they brought?’
‘Yes, I have. That’s why I’m so hot—’
‘Then, good! You’ll surely agree with the court’s decision
~ I’m dining under strict Rabbinic supervision!’
There are numerous kosher wines, and they are usually sweet.
Without them, a Passover seder meal cannot be complete.
Among the flavors of wines are blackberry.
Another popular kind is made with elderberry.
If you want a sweet red wine, choose cherry.
Sweet cream concord comes as both dark and white.
Anyone can make a selection that is right.
As long as any rabbi considers them kosher,
they can be served at any Passover seder.
There once was a man who loved garlic dill
Holding them in his hand gave him a thrill
Doorknobs are fermented
With garlic tormented
His wallet and all of his precious bills
Welcome to this ceremonious event
of me unveiling my thoughts
of me unfolding my brazenness
of you displaying your wittiness
of you and me affecting changes
On line, in line, on time beyond time
With million likes
The game is on
The line is on
The status is open
For all of you to presume, assume and resume your own positioning of point of
views
Whatever stand, brand and grandstand of opinionated, imposed upon or
layered views
nicely spread with icings of lies and some sprinkles of truth
Either requited, unrequited, desired or abhorrent
Everything's game
All is kosher
Your event is every second
every minute and every thoughts posted
No less
Minds matter most
Than actual consequences
the heart is not kosher
the mind is a carb
the blood is alcoholic.
.i'm sick.
.you're crazy.
intention is lazy
direction is hazy
lost in a mAzE I Owe U
(sometimes, whY?)
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