Two Memories

When I was a little kid, I had a verbal fight with a little girl from down the block-her name was Rooney. She slapped me across the face and said, “No Jew can talk to me like that!”
I saw her occasionally after that. She glanced at me and looked mortified.
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Poem for Passover…

When I was a very little kid…
At passover seder
After someone ELSE asked the 4sameold questions

I quietly snuck under the dining table

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It took forever but finally someone said,

“Where’s Warren?”
and
“Warren, why are you under the table?”

I whined: “Nobody’s paying attention to me anymore!”

Yes, that’s what happens when you get old…