When you eat your Purim dinner

Make sure your menu is a winner

Here are flavors of tradition

You can copy in your kitchen

Food customs strange and old

To be eaten hot or cold

From the lands of our dispersion

Offered in a modern version

First bread eaten after washing

A loaf shaped like a hamentaschen

or shape it like as a fish, a lion or a bear,

Or perhaps a hangman’s noose dangling mid air.

Or a bread electric chair.

If your imagination takes you there

After that comes the fish

mazal dagim at your tisch

have your fishies fried or pickled

However your taste buds are tickled.

For the next course comes the meat

A Purim turkey can be neat

To recall the lands of Ahahsverosh’s reign (mihodu ve’ad kush)

And the cell shortage in his brain

Serve some cabbages for stuffing

If you think that I am bluffing

Halupches we always make em

Just to prove I’m not mistaken

the letters cruv spell boruch

As in Mordechai

To honor Purim’s special guy

And for Esther arbis or seeds

To recall her time of need

In the palace of the king

She never ate a treyf thing

For the mitzvah,

15 tiny shots of wine

the Ben Ish Chai’s practice at Purim time

For desert triangle cakes

like the ears of haman baked

which we eat filled with sweet mohn

that has the letters of haman

I hope this feast won’t make you burst

Please excuse the flaws in verse

And a little touch of madness

Have a Purim full of gladness