Her lips near my ear,
Aunt Sadie whispers the name
of her friend's disease.

Today I am a man.
Tomorrow I will return
to the seventh grade.

Harsh Scrabble discord --
someone has placed "putzhead" on
a triple word score.

Testing the warm milk
on her wrist, she sighs softly.
But her son is forty.

The sparkling blue sea
reminds me to wait an hour
after my sandwich.

Tea ceremony--
fragrant steam perfumes the air.
Try the cheese danish.

Lacking fins or tail
the gefilte fish swims with
great difficulty.

A cat steals into
the night just like my former
partner, that gonif.

Yom Kippur-- Forgive
me, Lord, for the Mercedes
and all that lobster.

My nature journal --
today, I saw some trees and birds.
I should know the names?

Like a bonsai tree,
your terrible posture at
my dinner table.

Beyond Valium
the peace of knowing one's child
is an internist.

Jews on safari --
map, compass, elephant gun,
hard sucking candies.

Coroner's report
"The deceased, wearing no hat,
caught his death of cold."

The same kimono
the top geishas are wearing
got it at Loehmann's.

The sparrow brings home
too many worms for her young.
"Force yourself," she chirps.

Jewish triathlon
gin rummy, then contract bridge,
followed by a nap.

The shivah visit
so sorry about your loss.
Now back to my problems.

Our youngest daughter,
our most precious jewel.
Hence the name, Tiffany.

Mom, please! There is no
need to put that dinner roll
in your pocketbook.

Seven-foot Jews in
the NBA slam-dunking!
My alarm clock rings.

Concert of car horns
as we debate the question
of when to change lanes.

Sorry I'm not home
to take your call. At the tone
please state your bad news

Is one Nobel Prize
so much to ask from a child
after all I've done?

Would-be convert lost --
thawed Lender's Bagels made
bad first impression.

Today, mild shvitzing.
tomorrow, so hot you'll plotz.
Five-day forecast - feh

Yenta. Shmeer. Gevalt.
Shlemiel. Shlimazl. Tochis.
Oy! To be fluent!

Quietly murmured
at Saturday services,
Yanks 5, Red Sox 3.

Lonely mantra of
the Buddhist monk--"They never
call, they never write."

The long pilgrimage
to the venerable shrine
Leonard's of Great Neck.

A lovely nose ring --
excuse me while I put my
head in the oven.

Hard to tell under
the lights--white Yarmulke or
male-pattern baldness?

Left the door open
for the Prophet Elijah.
Now our cat is gone.