Now this is a Story!

Now this is a story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there,
I'll tell you how I'm not allowed to fundraise for Kiddush.

Far West of Bennett Ave, I was born and raised
In a shul is how I spend most of my days
Chillin' out max and relaxing all cool,
And all sending out emails all about the shul,
When a couple of people just tryin' to do good
Tryin' to raise money for our neighborhood.
They said not one little peep, not one email.
Save all the money for the Journal. No no, we must not fail.

I thought for a minute about what all this means.
The shul needs money too for the Journal it seems.
If anything, I could see that this was just once.
So I thought, "Nah forget it. No emails this month."

I couldn't help myself so I wrote this anyways
for the Journal. Please place your ad. Do it right away!
Everything that goes on in shul costs you and me.
And this year there are such deserving honorees.

Place your ad today in the mail or online.
Do it right away! Don't miss the real deadline.
And now that my poem is getting a bit long,
I'm going back to the real version of this song.

(wait for it)

I pulled up to the shul around 7 or 8,
and I saw all the many fruits of everyone's labor.
I looked at our kingdom and the Journal prevailed,
And I'm still on my throne as the queen of emails!**


~ This song was inspired by the Fresh Prince of Bel Air
~ To everyone who told me not to fundraise for the kiddush - I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself. Please don't kill me.
~ This is for you, SSh - you know who you are.
** I don't really think of myself that way. It matches the last line of the song - http://artists.letssingit.com/will-smith-lyrics-the-fresh-prince-of-bel-air-dq8l5kj


Tizku L'Mitzvot :)