I was feeling creative, so I composed a poem. I thought you folks might enjoy it.
Ten little Jew boys, dancing in a line,
One stole a nickel, and then there were nine;
Nine little Jew boys, filled with Christian hate,
One threw a rock, and then there were eight;
Eight little Jew boys, don’t believe in heaven,
One shorted stocks, and then there were seven;
Seven little Jew boys, had a race to fix,
One walked behind the horse, and then there were six;
Six little Jew boys the Holocaust survived,
One taunted skinheads, and then there were five;
Five little Jew boys, planning out a war,
One got enlisted, and then there were four;
Four little Jew boys, chopping Arab trees,
One stuck his head up, and then there were three;
Three little Jew boys, told us what to do,
One forgot to look behind, and then there were two;
Two little Jew boys, trying to have fun,
One took to selling porn, and then there was one;
One little Jew boy, crying in the sun,
Fell into a deep well, and then there were none.
I was feeling creative, so I composed a poem. I thought you folks might enjoy it.
Ten little Jew boys, dancing in a line,
One stole a nickel, and then there were nine;
Nine little Jew boys, filled with Christian hate,
One threw a rock, and then there were eight;
Eight little Jew boys, don’t believe in heaven,
One shorted stocks, and then there were seven;
Seven little Jew boys, had a race to fix,
One walked behind the horse, and then there were six;
Six little Jew boys the Holocaust survived,
One taunted skinheads, and then there were five;
Five little Jew boys, planning out a war,
One got enlisted, and then there were four;
Four little Jew boys, chopping Arab trees,
One stuck his head up, and then there were three;
Three little Jew boys, told us what to do,
One forgot to look behind, and then there were two;
Two little Jew boys, trying to have fun,
One took to selling porn, and then there was one;
One little Jew boy, crying in the sun,
Fell into a deep well, and then there were none.
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