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"hamantashen" poems
King Ahasuerus desires a mate 'One chooses Esther one thinks she's first rate.' Later he's soppy and showers her with kisses Then honours his promise and makes her his missis. Haman gets an earful ; the King's in a strop. 'You're history you hear us. You're for the big chop.' 'Oi, Haman, I'll miss you Just Like a used tissue!' Mordecai's very cheerful Though once he was fearful 'Oy vey, I'm relieved The Jews are reprieved' Jeer and boo with a passion Nibble hamantashen (Poppyseeds are the filler) That's the gansa megillah Miriam Troth 2016
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Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 7:06 AM UTC
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