Poem to mark the end of the day of atonement

The hungry Jews have taken to the roads
They want fried fish!
Through the gathering dusk they drive intently.
Cups of tea and honey cake,
Sore behinds and pounding heads
Crying, give us herring!

The hungry Jews have put on their best suits,
And prayed all day
Their daughters wear short dresses,
And crave forgiveness
Their souls are pure, their stomachs empty
Their guts cry to the Lord
Shrive us, We are poor people, base metal
Inscribe us for a good life and a better job

Through the liturgy God calls to his Jews
Blow your horns and light your candles
Reflect upon your lives,
All the bad things you did this year
Don't do them the next.

The gates of heaven are closing
And judgement approaches
Go home and eat the sacramental toast
That lightly buttered breaks upon the lip.
And fill your lives with good things
Simple pleasures
Eat things that must be chopped and fried
For in the fasting and the feasting, redemption lies.