Sunday, March 20, 2011

The Purim Timetables

Today’s the one day that we go off track,
We derail from our normal levush,
It began in a circuit of provinces,
On a mainline from Hodu to Kush.

Achashveirosh was the token leader,
And he set events in motion,
He threw a party for his local subjects,
To show his gratitude and devotion.

There were Jews who were all aboard,
Though they were out of line to attend,
Goyim and Yidden are not a good union,
Mordechai knew how the trip would end.

During the festivities Vashti caused the king’s patience to combust.
Pimples and a t(r)ail made her defy his express orders.
Without stopping to gauge the consequences,
Achashveirosh had her bahn-ed by his porters.

Immediately; without delay,
Messengers traveled on a ride,
A new queen was needed to bridge Vashti’s position,
Girls flocked from far and wide.

Hagai conducted the hopefuls,
In his cabin they primped and they shined,
The others thought Esther had some loco-motive,
Because she refused Hagai’s efforts each time.

Even when the king pulled out all the stops,
Esther would not reveal her birth nation,
Achashveirosh tried without success,
But still had her elevated to the queen’s station.

We take a detour here,
To a scene from the underground,
When two rookies tried to harm the king,
But Mordechai had Bigsan and Seresh terminally bound.

A man named Haman was given a platform,
(Yes, now we are back to our tale,)
He asked Achashveirosh to hack all the Jews
Over a shared tanker-d of ale.

Achashveirosh turned aside Haman’s container of gold,
The king didn’t give a flying junction,
Haman whistled all the way home,
And set wheels rolling to plan his function.

When the Jews were slugged with the news,
They took it freight-fully hard,
Fueled by desperation, they fasted and cried,
Smeared with coal, Mordechai sat outside the king’s yard.

Esther was afraid to visit the king,
Because his signal she hadn’t received.
After three days of fasting she shuttled herself over,
Hoping to get the Yidden a reprieve.

Achashveirosh shunted his surprise,
Without (pica)dilly-dallin’,
He gave his wife safe crossing to the throne,
Then joined her private party’s bandwagon.

All Esther wanted at this intersection,
Was another occasion to be their host,
She asked the king and Haman to a second event,
Just for the people of their exalted posts.

The king leaned back on his headboard that night,
By a lantern his aides read the royal scripts.
Achashveirosh remembered the debt he owed Mordechai,
He was being driven insane by it.

Haman showed up, pistons letting off steam,
He wanted Mordechai swiftly disabled.
But after giving Achashveirosh ideas for a reward,
The king laid his cards on the table.

The next morning Mordechai was Haman’s passenger,
He took a transit route ‘round and ‘round the city
The turntable of our mazal began to shift slowly,
Just rewards are not always pretty!

The highlight of the day was when,
Haman’s daughter trained some exhaust on his face.
Caught in the headlights, Haman felt tram-pled,
He wanted to speed right on out of that place.

Hauling himself to Esther’s party,
A smelly Haman was given wide berth,
Shaking off the garbage and all of his shame,
He couldn’t wait to spike his own worth.

But what a surprise when Esther railed against him,
She put a brake on his scheme so fine.
Achashveirosh, boiler-ing, choo’d him out,
And Haman got a metrocard to the end of the line!

That’s when the big switch of our story took place,
And Haman was transported with his kit and caboose.
Enjoying the mechanics of his downfall,
We watched him hanged from his very own noose!

The Yidden tooted with joy, and gave tanks to Hashem,
When He emerged as our story’s true engineer.
Out of a dark tunnel, and into the light,
Now we wait for Purim to arrive each year!

So that’s the train of thought behind the reason
We act so choo choo at this time,
And for the cutest coaches in the subways today,
Get a ticket and come along as we ride!

(Yes, I made the costumes. No, I won't make them for you if you paid me. And yes, my husband had a costume too but he declined to be in the photos.)


little sheep said...

Haven't read the poem yet, but I absolutely LOVE the pictures! Your kids get cuter every time I see pictures!

Anonymous said...

WOW!! VERY impressive!!
i really don't know you although i know some of your i got to this blog...
those costumes are gorgeous and look SO professional!
you're kids got so big since the last pic. really cute! bli ayin hara.

HS said...

How long does it take you to make up such a poem?
Those costumes are amazing! You're so creative, yet simple and neat, I love it!
It looks like your Dassy really enjoyed the Purim spirit!

J.A.P. said...

HS the poem takes me about half an hour for the first draft but I can be busy perfecting it endlessly.

The costumes look simple but trust me, they took quite some planning and time to produce.

Dass definitely enjoyed her Purim. We all did :)

Devorah said...

Ke"h precious!

HS said...

half an hour, ,wow you're really amazing. For me it would also have to take a moment of inspiration to be able to write anything. If I sit down because 'now I'm going to write a poem' it will never work.

I didn't mean to say that they look simple to make, it just looks neat and dressed. I believe that it took a long time to create.

Can't wait to see what you will come up with next year!

mikimi said...

Photos-finally! I was hoping you'd post Purim festivities in small sizes of joy!

Wondering said...

Thanks for posting your poem. Your ideas are so original & your kids look adorable. Looks like you all had a great Purim.

B.B. said...

They look precious!!
And the poem is amazing!!
Thanks for sharing

Brochi said...

Your kids look really zeese! And yeah the poem is incredible :-).
Lots of nachas!

Young Girl said...

Your kids are heaven!!! Boy, is your poem cute! You are AMAZING! Looks like you had a pretty hectic erev Purim... hope you managed to rest up a bit to... I could imagine how long it took you to make the costumes...cause I've been there too...But nothing beats your poem! Congratulations on a job well done!

Anonymous said...

just wondering..
i read you book and you spoke alot about your scrapbook is there a way to see it!!
lover of your book!!

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