Passover Poem: ‘The Night of the First Seder’
By ALAN SMASON
Twas the night of the first seder And all through the house All the chometz had been burned Or consumed by my spouse.
I wanted a cookie, some cake, Or popcorn, Potato chips, a brownie I was getting forlorn.
‘Cause I knew that I couldn’t Eat none of that stuff. But my stomach was saying, “Enough is enough.”