ShavuotThe fruit goes by in basket loads,Shavuot by ~MatanArie
The bounty of this year is told.
The kibbutz sighs out a quite cheer,
As babies and young mums appear.
In city streets a war erupts.
Guns, balloons and paper cups.
The combatants drenched by each new salvo,
Run to taps to replenish ammo.
Three times a year we ascended en masse.
Bread is banned till Pesach's past,
In huts we sleep all through Sukkot,
But, cheese is king on Shavuot.
The traditions of the day observed,
A pescetarian meal is served.
All quiche, crepes, tarts and pies,
Salads and pastas of every size.
Dressed in white we welcome summer
(Even though the heat's a bummer.)