Vogon Poetry

Ode to a lump of green putty I found, one day, lurking in my Rebbi’s beard

Betwixt his shoulder and chin it sat there and leered,

Trapped in moist hairs, I tell you no Chidish,

It bobbed up and down with each word of Yiddish.



Ode to a lump of green putty I found, one day, lurking in my Rebbi’s beard

I tried not to look, but much as I’d feared

That suspicious congealment, under it’s spell I was smitten,

To ponder it’s origin, while all-else studied Gittin.



Ode to a lump of green putty I found, one day, lurking in my Rebbi’s beard

Was it meatball? or chulent? or cream cheese mis-smeared ?

His hand came upon it, as the riddle I laid-low,

And watched Rebbi eat a bit, of last weeks tomato.