Yiddish Cup

Mom and Dad always feared I’d lose my Yiddish cup

But after the incident with the pommel horse and the neckerchief and the copper baton in the hand of the firebreathing sailor

They were too afraid to warn me of my wrongdoings

And I slipped into unconsciousness from panic


So my cousin Daniel, he’s a future American pharmaceutical engineer and though he works nights at La Luz de Jesus, he showed me his own Yiddish cup, a sapphire chalice with etchings of Jacob

And what was left of mine crumbled from brass to dust


They don’t have a problem with his night job

But to them the pollen of my Jennifer is ultimate strychnine

Though her confidence can turn a Yiddish cup’s water into wine.


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