A Passover Lament --anon.
'Twas the night after Seder, and all through the house, nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
The matzah, the farfel, the charoset I ate, After both the Sedarim, had gone to my waist.
When I got on the scales there arose such a number! When I walked over to shul (less a walk than a lumber),
I remembered the marvelous meals I'd prepared; The turkey with gravy, the beef nicely rared, The wine and the matzo balls, the Migdal pareve cheese The way I'd never said, "I've had enough; no more, if you please."
As I tied myself into my apron again I spied my reflection and disgustedly, then -- I said to myself, "you're such a weak wimp", "You can't show up at shul resembling a blimp!"
So--away with the last of the meatballs so sweet, Get rid of the turkey, chopped liver and meat. Every last bit of food that I like must be banished "Till all the additional ounces have vanished.
I won't have any more macaroons from the box, I can't wait til next week.
(Ah, the bagels and lox.) I won't have any luxion, farfel or p'chah,
I'll munch on a carrot or wire shut my own jaw .
It's a three day yom tov and shabbas is still Ahead of me with another fleshiks meal to fulfill . If I have to cook one more chicken, I think I will riot.
So a zisn pesach to you all and to all a good diet!
Last edited by REC; 04-06-2001 at 02:14 PM.
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