Poem about the Ivy League Torah study Program

 

(written during the summer of 2004)

 

 

The day starts off at 7:30

When Eric knocks on my front door

I lazily acknowledge him

Turn to the side and sleep some more

 

Some three hours later

For breakfast I wake up

I stumble down the hall half asleep

And in class I end up

 

The clas is Rabbi  Metzgerz

For sleep I have no Choice

As soon as I doze off to sleep

He’ll wake me with his blaring voice

 

The next class’s Rabbi Pinson’s

His concepts are so deep

That even if I tried to snooze

He’ll teach me in my sleep

 

Next is Rabbi Kaplans class

He’s a giant flesh and mind

I’m scared that if he tried to sleep

He’d kick my big behind

 

Right after’s Rabbi Schochet

Sometimes he gets so mad

He calls us mice and roaches

And bangs on Eric’s head

 

The program’s great

The concepts are so deep

There’s one flow though

We get no time to sleep