A 2020 Passover Poem (too long for one tweet so read full thread)
It's 12 o'cock and I'm wide awake
Perhaps because of the naps I now take
When it dawns on me
That Passover's near
But alas, it's a very different kind of year
'Cause the plagues are here before Page 4...
It's 12 o'cock and I'm wide awake
Perhaps because of the naps I now take
When it dawns on me
That Passover's near
But alas, it's a very different kind of year
'Cause the plagues are here before Page 4...
2/
And Elijah hasn't even knocked at
The door.
Everything’s virtual
Nothing’s for real,
No afikoman for young ones to steal
Salt water’s real;
It's made of our tears,
For the heroes and victims
And all of our fears.
But things will get better
....
And Elijah hasn't even knocked at
The door.
Everything’s virtual
Nothing’s for real,
No afikoman for young ones to steal
Salt water’s real;
It's made of our tears,
For the heroes and victims
And all of our fears.
But things will get better
....
3/
We hope and we pray,
We’ll exodus this
To a bright better day.
Happy Pesach from me to you.
We hope and we pray,
We’ll exodus this
To a bright better day.
Happy Pesach from me to you.
