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This week's parasha, Behaalotecha, picks up a familiar theme for anyone who knows the Jewish community: complaining. The Israelites are learning to deal with realities of life "on the road.". God provides them with Manna-a mysterious food which appears in the morning and sustains their basic needs. Nonetheless, they crave variety and rise up against Moses asking for meat. Moses, in frustration, cries out to God who sends massive amounts of quail.
The quail, however, turns out to be more of a curse than a blessing. File this parasha in the category of "Be careful what you ask for....."
With only the Manna to eat
The Israelites wanted some meat
They cried and they wailed
Till God sent them some quail
Which rotted away at their feet.
Why Torah Limericks?
Over the course of the past two years, I have taken up the hobby (more of an obsession really) of writing a Limerick for every Torah weekly portion in the Jewish calendar. I'm not exactly sure WHY I have done this. But, I've enjoyed it- and from the feedback I've received on my facebook page, others have enjoyed them as well. After a few weak attempts to get them published in a book form, I've decided that I'd try out the format of a blog to share my efforts.
One of the things I've enjoyed most about the facebook posts is when others have posted their responses to my limericks with their own. Feel free to do so on this blog as well.
The rules of this blog are but few
To post, here is what you must do:
Find a rhyme exegetical
Doctrinal or heretical
Be you Christian, Muslim or Jew.
I look forward to the conversation.
LET THE LIMERICKS BEGIN!!!!!
One of the things I've enjoyed most about the facebook posts is when others have posted their responses to my limericks with their own. Feel free to do so on this blog as well.
The rules of this blog are but few
To post, here is what you must do:
Find a rhyme exegetical
Doctrinal or heretical
Be you Christian, Muslim or Jew.
I look forward to the conversation.
LET THE LIMERICKS BEGIN!!!!!
The siblings gang up on their bro --
ReplyDeleteYou sure did a bad thing there, Moe.
A potch on the tush!
You married a Cush,
And you're treating us badly, you shmoe.