Twas the night just before two thousand and seven.
Saddam had gone somewhere, I doubt it was heaven.
The village was quiet (some even said boring),
Though don't for a moment think the wolves are all snoring.
There's a mayor next door, who'd like to come woo us.
A supervisor just north, raising money to sue us.
And a sliver of Harriman is holding us down,
From becoming a lovely coterminous town.
Soon Republicans vote, for their local committee,
If Ralph loses his hold, would it be such a pity?
In November we decide on Mike A and Lorraine,
Will the Dems ever run folks who aren't insane?
Will Big John reenter the electoral chorus,
Or pack it all in and say "who needs the tsurus?"
How much is it worth - all that fuss and abuse?
It's really the Village that now has the juice.
So by foot and by car and by chopped motorcycle,
We'll head for Joann, Patrick, Neil and Michael.
We'll bring all the weirdos and nut-jobs and freaks,
And hand all the headaches to Berean-Weeks.
Happy New Year Your Honor!
11 comments:
While this may stick in your craw,
It is according to NYS law,
One needs a town for a village to function,
An example of state Extreme Unction!
So who is to say where the power lay?
This is something that changes day to day,
Contact your state representatives to request a change,
To get rid of this antiquated legal mange.
And as far Mike A and Lorraine running again for the seat,
It would make the irony complete!
However neither has made it clear,
If they will run again this year!
There are other things besides Tsurus. How about Simkhus?
The greatest of sages have said in full measure
There are many fine reasons for a person to kvell
Our families are but one source of this pleasure
Talented parents (who are lucky as well)
Have kinder to bring them to a point to schep nachus
While zayde and bube may let you schep yichus
But don’t come to this town looking for simchas
You’ll leave empty handed with nothing but schpilkus
Tayeere Fehte (Dear Uncle )
I enjoyed your poem (or song) but I don’t think all that many Woodburians will understand it.
So, I hope you don’t mind that I am supplying some translations. My Yiddish is a bit rusty, so forgive any errors.
The greatest of sages have said in full measure
There are many fine reasons for a person to kvell
(To kvell is to feel - or express - great pleasure and pride, in the accomplishments of someone near to you.)
Our families are but one source of this pleasure
Talented parents (who are lucky as well)
Have kinder (children) to bring them to a point to schep nachus
(To schep nachus is to have pride in, or take honor from, the accomplishments of one’s children or grandchildren - one’s descendants)
While zayde (grandfather) and bube (grandmother) may let you schep yichus
(To schep yichus is to have pride in, or take honor from, the accomplishments of one’s ancestors - to come from a good line, a distinguished family)
But don’t come to this town looking for simchas
(happy occasions, celebrations)
You’ll leave empty handed with nothing but schpilkus (angst, anxiety)
Plimenik (nephew)
Has ANYONE seen Ralph?
Well, if you think UB has gotten boring, log onto the TH-R and read the 12/31/06 article "Cashing in on state grant opportunities benefits KJ", and then scroll down to the comments section where readers post their views!!! Certainly no yawning on that site!
Am I in Israel? Speak English!
That goes for you too Mindy!
A sliver of Harriman is holding us down?? I guess your motto of NOT ONE INCH has gone by the wayside.
Ain't my motto, my motto is "pass the taters"
From your girth...I believe it
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