Showing posts with label Knish Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Knish Poetry. Show all posts

Friday, April 8, 2016

Remembrance of Things Pabst- Oy my Yiddisher Pickle Edition

The best thing about New York Jewish Values is the food. The pastrami. The Matza Ball soup. The knish. The Yiddisher pickle.

Here I am at Ben's Kosher Deli in the garment center. We were out shopping at the show and we always stop at Ben's. I recommend it to you the next time you are in New York. It is not famous like Katz's or the Carnegie or any of the other rip off tourist traps. It is where your everyday members of the tribe go.

This was right after my heart thingy so I had to be careful about what I ate. So I carefully ate a whole freaking sandwich and a knish. They didn't have to the good square knishes because the company that makes them was on strike so there was a knish drought that was terrible.

Friday, February 12, 2016

Knish Poetry with Mustard on the side!

And if you ever reconsider
you will get no chicken dinner

And if there is a place in time
you will not find not foot nor rhyme

And do come now I won't be long
for I am late to ring my gong

And don't you waste your good knish
or I will cut you like a snitch

So write your books and read your poem
oh that is Bernie I hardly know 'em

First Jew president
will it set a precedent?