It’s Passover Tonight (or Why I’m Not a Poet)

It’s Passover tonight
And now we have rats
Could they eat the gefilte fish, please?

It’s Passover tonight
I’ve just sliced my finger
Instead of the last piece of bread

It’s Passover tonight
I’m packing a suitcase
Tomorrow I visit my son!

It’s Passover tonight
A poem’s due for workshop
Let Critter Control be my muse

It’s Passover tonight
My husband is fuming
A ritual – “You’ve packed way too much!”

It’s Passover tonight
His mom’s had a meltdown
Tradition for 95 years.

It’s Passover tonight
Thank God not at our house
We load up our car with the food

It’s Passover tonight
Four cups of wine
Blotto on this night required

It’s Passover tonight
We pretend we’re the ancients
Davening for hours and hours

It’s Passover tonight
A child’s at the table
For finding the matzah, five bucks

It’s Passover tonight
The brisket is tender and
Debbie! The soup is to die

It’s Passover tonight
Seder is over, but still
Cakes of chocolate and cream

It’s Passover tonight
Still laughing, singing
Dayenu. Thank you. We’re free.

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About annban

I spent most of my career writing news features for newspapers,before they began their sad slide into obsolescence. I worked for the San Francisco Chronicle, the Associated Press and the Sacramento Bee, then took a detour into speech writing and education policy communications for the state of California. For the past two years I've been focused on writing short stories and working on my first novel.
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