I’m not going to have much time to post in length before Pesach hits next week, but I’m going to try to share something small every day to make up for it.
So here’s your tiny morsel of Passover-related kookiness for today:
(throat-clearing)
You cleansed the windows of mud
And you scrubbed all the toys in your tub
But you still won’t be through
When Pesach is due
If you don’t clean chometz off the rug.
Free writing tip…don’t be afraid to write bad poetry. And if you’d like to share bad Pesach poetry, just add it in the comments.
