What a night for a good dream
a good night to work out my shit
I’ve been rollin’ in tsuris
I think my subconsciousness can handle it
And even if daytime’s been hard to toll
It’s one of those nights to tuck in and roll
close the lids and let the movie begin
figure it out and try rememberin’
I was havin’ a good dream
dreamt for all four hours of eve
the mishegas was all solved for
Mazel Tov’s were handed out to me
And even if days have had my kishkas in knots
at least at night I don’t have to plotz
I’m less ferklempt and more a yiddisher kop
The dreck is gone, no pain and have a pug pup
(whistling interlude)
And I can be sure that if I dream a bit
this alte kocker can be an alrightnick
My bubela’s won’t be screamin’, “Oy vey!”
we’ll get by yet another day
What a night for a good dream
the dreck is one and we’re all okay
our problems are bubkes
we can shmooze and sing and play all day
(whistling interlude)
special thanks to the Lovin’ Spoonfuls and for the ability to somehow
channel my inner Aunt Frieda
Thanks so much for sharing on #FabFridayPosts. I am thinking I need to learn some Yiddish!!
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It is such a fun language! Really drives home the point. Thanks for having me. And if you need some Yiddish links, there is a page right next to my about page!
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It is really interesting how you mixed Yiddish with English! It really works. I love the calmness of the poem, and the beautiful complimentary photos aside. Thank you for linking up with us again. #FabFridayPost x
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It really is my pleasure.
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