The Epstein’s
written by: Lisa Rivers Kiesling
Who would believe this twist of fate,
Dear Irving proposing on their first date.
At eighty plus years her beauty not faded,
Sarah had accepted the offer, they both were elated.
Unsure of their duties in the marriage bed,
They laughed it off and slept instead.
The next morning she woke, alone and nude,
Hoping she hadn’t failed at last night’s interlude.
She sprung from the bed, a race for the loo,
Sitting down abruptly, nearly falling thru.
“Oye vey” she cried,” Irving please hurry”
“Oh my dear Sarah, you mustn’t worry.”
“I’ll call the plumber he’ll figure this out,”
And with that Sarah gave an audible pout.
“The plumber, Irving? I’m naked and exposed”
And this is the solution Irving proposed:
Place your arms, one crossed over the other,
Giving your bosom adequate cover
Now place my yamaka down below
“Perfect!”, He squealed, “your privates don’t show.”
Thoroughly embarrassed she followed the plan,
Praying this plumber was a good Jewish man.
The plumber arrived and assessed the situation,
Knowing instantly what had been the causation.
And with a straight face the plumber did state,
He had a solution to everyone’s fate.
“Well Mr. Epstein I can save your wife and her honor,
But unfortunately, sir, the Rabbi’s a goner.”
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