Passover seders are fun, but with an 18-month-old, you gotta keep it moving or you're asking for trouble. Uncle Marty did not keep things moving last night. I'd blame myself, but it's really more fun to blame Uncle Marty. Oy vey.
Here's your limerick.
DON’T WORRY, IT ALL HAS A HAPPY ENDING
I missed last night’s game for a seder.
As Moses (the Jewish crusader)
Managed it (he slipped
Our peeps out of Egypt)
The Dodgers were reaching their nadir.