And now the third installment in what I hope will eventually be a cycle of 18 limericks. This one was inspired by my realization of the absurdity of the imagery of L'cha Dodi, which welcomes the Sabbath Bride, juxtaposed with the mechitza, which separates men from women in a traditional synagogue.
We welcome Shabbat as a bride
And rejoice as we call her inside.
But - wait - a mechitza?
The first thing that greets 'er?
Guess she'll sit on the opposite side...
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3 comments:
prize winner - R
wonderful!
haha!
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