Wiles Of Women Poem by gershon hepner

Foaming of abundant cream
wasn’t seen in Joseph’s dream.

Interrupted like the levir,
he escaped, far, far too clever
to be caught by wiles of women,
then told Pharaoh of the immin-
ence of famine in the land
where the seed spilt by the hand
not of Onan, but the Lord,
he collected in a hoard
to be fed to starving masses,
upper, even middle classes,
even, sometimes, those still lower,
making very sure no Shoah
would occur in Egypt when
he would feed his brothers ten,
and, just like the sun in heaven,
Benjamin, which makes eleven.

So unlike the levir who
spilt his seed and did not woo.

For this sin the wicked wanker
thought at worse he’d get a chancre,
but God killed him and his name,
now synonymous with shame,
lives in perfidy forever.
Do take care if you’re a levir
not to interrupt the process––
it’s against the law of Moses.
Be like Joseph and provide
for the world both far and wide,
making sure no woman’s wile
cramps your ever righteous style.

1/10/05