A man quite confused in his neshuma

was elected last week to the Duma,

but his policies were,

so the pundits aver,

often subject to vodka and rumor.

When arguments rage about Oslo,

the one says, Advance! the other Go slow!

So we close up in Gaza

and gaze at the momza

who has it both ways in falsetto.

There once was a man from the Negev

whose dinner was caught in an erev:

he languished in Mitzpa,

but thought it a mitzva,

neither fleyshich nor milich nor parev.

A tower so high on Mount Carmel

in Cyprus is viewed as a tunnel

connecting heaven and earth

with impossible girth,

like a kirtle in space that is vertical.

From Kiryat Gat came a fellow

whose gotkas were always bright yellow:

his mistress was cross

and so was his boss

when he waved his bright peccadillo.