In a town not far, where the people did hush,
A story unfolds, 'bout a Kid named Kidd Lush.
A boy, quite young, but with spirits so high,
Longed for the warmth of a whiskey, oh my!
The rabbi, he said, "Whiskey's not for the young,
For the Kiddush we pour, let the grape's song be sung.
But the boy, he insisted, his eyes all a-gleam,
Craved a taste of the amber, that golden sunbeam.
As the Sabbath drew near, and the candles were lit,
A plan hatched in his mind, a mischievous wit.
He'd sneak in a flask, to the synagogue's hall,
And swap out the wine, without notice at all.
The boy, he did giggle, his plan a success,
But soon he discovered, he'd made quite a mess.
For as the room swayed, and the laughter grew loud,
He knew in his heart, he had broken a vow.
He came forth, confessed, and apologized too,
A lesson was learned, and the boy's heart anew.
For the Kiddush is sacred, and wine it must be,
But the joy of community, that's whiskey's decree.
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