Sunday, March 27, 2011

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.

3 Comments:

Blogger kishke said...

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

March 28, 2011 at 2:12 PM  
Blogger Moonlink said...

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.

April 1, 2011 at 9:16 PM  
Blogger rabbi neil fleischmann said...

Nice contribution s Kishke and Moonlink. Welcome Moonlink.

April 2, 2011 at 9:11 PM  

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