I'm not sure what it is about Pesach that gets me in the poetry mood. Maybe I am reminded of the Third Grade Spring Poetry Play at Bais Yaakov. Maybe it's something in the cleaning fluid. In any case, here is the next selection:
(To the tune of "Frere Jacques")
How many shekels, how many shekels,
Will it take? Will it take?
With a thousand I've just parted
And I just got started
I'm giving it all
To Supersol.
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A "POEM" BY DADZ:
(VERY SIMILAR TO ALL MY POEMS)
ROSES ARE RED,
VIOLETS ARE BLUE,
AT THIS POINT,
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO
Here in Baltimore the first line reads how many dollars and the last one substitute seven mile market for supersol...same all over...have a chag kasher v'sameach and keep on writing...I love reading it!!
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