Ah, Andrew, the thing is & I'm glad of it, I don't remember at all....
But laughed aloud at the turns of your poem, Max....
Doug
On 19-Dec-06, at 10:41 PM, andrew burke wrote:
> Ouch. I remember it well.
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> Andrew
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> On 20/12/06, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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>> The Snip
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>> 'That was Dad, he says if the circumcision
>> doesn't attract you, then arrive late,
>> you'll be just as welcome.'
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>> I'd been to the snipping, in hospital,
>> of a previous nephew, and felt faint,
>> leaning against the doorway,
>> while a burly rabbi did the job
>> and the men of the clan
>> hovered approving, but also
>> a little tense as knives have been known
>> to slip.
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>> Besides, I'd been snipped as a baby myself,
>> though a Gentile, in my Auckland hospital,
>> and never missed my foreskin,
>> indeed inclined to believe the talk
>> about hygiene, lately renewed.
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>> And this one is to be at home,
>> with a feast waiting for after the snip.
>> But in the park, one of the regular dog ladies,
>> a retired nurse, when I tell her
>> what's on next Monday, flares up:
>> 'It's barbaric. At least let
>> the poor baby have an anaesthetic!
>> But they won't, it's not tradition!
>> More likely he'll use his teeth!
>> My family in Cape Town was Jewish.'
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>> I say I'll pass on what she says.
>> 'Do! It's what we're here for -
>> on this earth - to help one another,
>> if we can.' O Ricky, my new nephew,
>> they'd smile at me, I know,
>> and get on with the snipping.
>> Better just to arrive late.
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>> 4.10 pm Wednesday 20 December 2006
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>> Max Richards
>> Doncaster, Vic, Australia
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