Rhyme happy rabbis with time on their hands
and cantors in caftan apparel
write songs sung in words that no Jew understands,
more familiar with Christmastide carol.
I also am happy with rhyme, my right hand
writes so quickly my cup runneth over,
and although no cantor or rabbi has banned
what I write, I’m not read by Jehovah.
(5/7/07)
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