The Sounds of Matzo
Hello Matzoh, my old friend
You constipate me once again
Because a bread that is not rising
Sits like lead inside of me every Spring
If I had skipped the gefilte fish and that jelly thing,
The leftovers would not have to be flushed down the drain.
So none remain.
This is what happens when I eat Matzo.
In gassy cars we're headed home.
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