Rosh Hashannah Poem
And in the Seventh Month And in the seventh month, on the first day of the month ye shall have a holy convocation ye shall do no manner of servile work it is a day of blowing the horn and honey cake and ye shall wear a decent suit and have trouble parking and wave to the Freidmans, the Kleins, the what’s-their-names, and the various other members of the tribe who you haven’t seen for a year and who you…