Assignment: Write a poem inspired by the word "mistakes." Here's mine:
Some people never guess they’re always sure
And what’s more they don’t admit they’re wrong
Though with humans being what we are, they err
Flying through fleeting chances like you and me.
posted by rabbi neil fleischmann @ 6:03 PM
3 Comments:
Doing eighty
In the left lane
Four points
On the license
Already
In a car
That failed
Inspection
And is a beater
Besides
The date
Was a bust
I spilled
Coke
On my new suit
My mother says
I'm too picky
Back to bed now
Pull covers
Over head
Why bother
trying
So sure, and yet I wonder,
because it's so late...
would it be correct etiquette
to eat the last maror
on the pesach plate ?
No No, be the wise son
on this special date...
and don't eat the last maror,
It would be a grave mistake.
Nice contribution s Kishke and Moonlink. Welcome Moonlink.
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