Jewish Bowling Poetry? Jewish Bowling Poetry
Haikus and limericks and winners
Last week, we asked you to write a Jewish bowling haiku or limerick for a chance to win three pairs of tickets to Festival of Strikes, the JDub Records’s party tomorrow night at Brooklyn Bowl (co-sponsored by Tablet Magazine). And, well, three of you responded, so you are the winners! Fortunately, this doesn’t just feel like a default decision: The poems are funny. All can read them below. And Melanie, sophie, and Frank: Email email@example.com by tomorrow night to get on the list.
Bowling, gutters, alleys, and strikes
I’m so excited I don’t have to sing “Happy Hanukah” in a mic
Yay for being a Jew
I hope no one says boo as i throw a gutter but gives me an emotional lift
by giving me a gift
(This is close enough to a limerick to qualify.)
Pitcher of cold beer
the day after Yom Kippur.
A strike! Book of Life.
Who can we turn to
in this our season of need?
The Big Lebowski.
June in the alley,
my kepah in the gutter.
Oy, oy, oy vez mir.
When it’s Christmas eve.
What is there for Jews to do?
Eat Chinese and bowl.