osewalrus (osewalrus) wrote,
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Of All The Spice

I have to believe someone Jewish wrote a poem like this in period.

Of all the spice I hate indeed
The vilest is red mustard seed
That slayer of true passion's fire
It falls where it is least desired

From tyranny of mustard seed
I wish that we could both be freed
Yet still that evil spice appears
To chill our nights and kill our cheer

His seven years, the Torah says
To father Yaakov seemed like days,
Yet seven days to me seems years
When vile mustard seed appears

From tyranny of mustard seed
I wish that we could both be freed
Yet still that vile spice appears
To chill our nights and kill our cheer

When Abigail called a halt
To David's lust he would have fought
But she stopped his adultery
With cloth containing mustard seed

From tyranny of mustard seed
I wish that we could both be freed
Yet still that vile spice appears
To chill our nights and kill our cheer

When Laban Yaakov did attack
Demanding household idols back
Rachel hid she'd done the deed
She claimed her sack held mustard seed

From tyranny of mustard seed
I wish that we could both be freed
Yet still that vile spice appears
To chill our nights and kill our cheer

Some claim to like red mustard seed
And boast of how it suits their need
When mustard stains the scullery skirt
They'll be no muffins for dessert

But you and I may not partake
When mustard seed spills in the cake
And just one tiny mustard seed
May thwart me in my hardest need.

From tyranny of mustard seed
I wish that we could both be freed
Yet still that vile spice appears
To chill our nights and kill our cheer
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