Once upon a time:

An aged rabbi talking with two men
Asked them about their holiday in Paris

The first man said: Oh, I hated Paris
There was muck and filth everywhere I went
Stray dogs and prostitutes roamed the foul streets
And the Parisians were incessantly rude

The second man said: Oh, I loved Paris
There were flowers everywhere I went
Artists and beauty, writers scribbling away
And the Parisians were so kind to me

And so:

The rabbi said to them (his voice was kind):
Each of you found the Paris you wanted to find



(Worked up [or down, or sideways…] from a story Rabbi Joel Goor, a visiting lecturer at the University of San Diego in 1975, told his students.)

żar nal girsz-ghee-oh-baksyl; dar gisz kubteel,
wła di koph teal?! ki goor kar yam... ba ga knee!

he who instils fear in others...
instils the same fear in himself,
as the shaky knees test
to see whether instilling fear works,
and loving in return becomes
a shadow of a pebble when
the shadow of the mountain illuminates
further than the footsteps dare print
onto it into the helium sphere of expression
sounding depressed: pipsqueak & chipmunks
don't make you laugh? but they'll
make you buy an output of civilisation
of the no. 1 single sung in that ultra-soprano:
i almost wished to have written ultra-castrato...
but then i realised,
the popes loved eating scrambled eggs
for breakfast... so there was nothing left to *squeeze.