For Mishloach Manot this year Adina got sauce and pasta and I got colanders to give to people. Here is a poem I wrote for it:
Purim in Verse
The Megilah gets terse
When you put it into verse
Esther found when almost all was lost
To save her people might come at an extreme cost
All the Jews united and did not eat
She mustered the courage and did the king meet
In the end Haman was hoisted by his own petard
Thus revealing a divine plan and the holy word of god.
And throughout Persia the Jews found peace.
And the viceroy Mordecai loved Queen Esther his niece *
Just as Oedipus Rex loved his mother Jocasta.
From all of us to you, we hope you enjoy the pasta
What else rhymes with pasta?
Purim Sameakh-The Frydman Orlows