Sarah's Old Fashioned Love Poem

Although it was a gross of eggs deep
as in the Book of Jeremiah,
the mikvah was unadorned,
layered with plain white tile
the men refused to heat
or filter the water therein,
but the Rosh Yeshiva was insistent
that they keep it clean.

Seven days after her niddah,
Sarah was pleased she no longer bled,
and oh, how she wanted her Zvi
to sing tonight like Solomon did
for a daughter of Jerusalem
who worked the vineyards, burnt by the sun.

So in order not to kvetch
about the tick-tock-tick-tock clock
Sarah got out of the tub
naked to mop the floor,
and then she cleaned a basin
for dunking metal cooking utensils
the men forgot to wash again.

Ticktock. Ticktock. Ticktock.