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Performed by the rabbinic team of XXXXXX
and written by Gillian Lazarus
Chapter one
In the days of King Ahasuerus
They drank without unit awareness
The satraps and princes
Ate shashlik and blintzes
And talked about Queen Vashti’s fairness.
They feasted in Shushan the Palace
Each man had a solid gold chalice
And spent night and day
Knocking back Chardonnay
And a very fine bourbon from Dallas.
After filling his goblet with whisky
The king was predictably frisky
He said ‘No one’s seen
Such a wife as my queen
So I’m going to try something risky.’
Queen Vashti was called to the party
While the king grew increasingly hearty
Saying ‘Let her come wearing
An outfit that’s daring,
I want her to look downright tarty.’
Resplendent with eye kohl and rouge,
Vashti answered ‘I’m nobody’s stooge,
The king is a boozer
A nerd and a loser
And only his chutzpah is huge.’
The king was both angry and grieved
And his hotshot advisors were peeved,
They called Vashti seditious,
Rebellious and vicious,
And this is the plan they conceived:
‘Get rid of the queen and don’t tarry,
And Sir, you should quickly remarry,’
The king’s main enforcer
Insisted ‘Divorce her,
You’ll soon feel as happy as Larry.’
They mailed every Mede and each Persian
Saying ‘Guard against wifely subversion,
If the women protest,
Robust tactics are best
And don’t draw the line at coercion.’
Chapter two
Mordechai, who lived in the city,
Was a man full of kindness and pity
He loved Torah and peace
And he brought up his niece
Who was lively, good-natured and pretty.
He called for his niece and he blessed her
He said ‘I’ve a plan, dearest Esther,
I’ve thought up a ruse
And it’s good for the Jews
All it takes is a bullish investor.
Now you are my pearl and my treasure
An asset, in truth, beyond measure
I don’t wish to scare you
But I mean to share you,
Our aim is His Majesty’s pleasure.’
Esther moved to the king’s royal quarters
Where Persia’s most glamorous daughters
Used oils and cosmetics
And tantric athletics,
Enjoying the natural hot waters.
The king said ‘This Esther’s appealing,
Let her put on a dress that’s revealing
When she’s on my divan
She’ll think, “Oh what a man!”
There’s a looking glass, too, on the ceiling.’
To Mordechai, Esther was loyal
She submitted to being a royal
It was hardly devotion
But clearly promotion
So Esther tried not to recoil.
Two chamberlains meanwhile conspired;
The death of the king they desired,
But Mordechai heard
And their plan was deterred
And he told them ‘Go home, you’re both fired.’
Chapter three
There rose shortly after to power
A certain man, haughty and sour,
He was Haman by name
And was greatly to blame
Making poor people grovel and cower.
Now Mordechai wouldn’t kowtow;
Before God alone would he bow,
No man could assuage
Haman’s terrible rage
‘I’ll see Mordechai hanged,’ was his vow.
He sought out the king to suggest
That all Jews be placed under arrest,
And sentenced to die,
Though he didn’t say why,
And the king did not choose to protest.
For this crime, they selected a date
Haman said ‘We had better not wait,
But just to be sure
We’ll cast lots, known as ”pur”,
Then the Jews will be sent to their fate.’
Chapter four
When the dreadful news reached Mordechai,
He said, with a loud, bitter cry,
‘This decree must be seen
Take it straight to the queen
And I hope for a speedy reply.’
Esther realized with dread that her mission
Meant breaching the king’s prohibition;
To intrude on his court
When an audience was sought,
Could be viewed as an act of sedition.
Said Mordechai, ‘Do not falter
Or we shall be sent to the slaughter
For our lives you must plead,
For the Jews, intercede,
Help will come from a heavenly quarter.’
‘This prospect,’ she said ‘I don’t relish,
Unless the king’s minded to cherish,
But I’ll make the approach
And this subject I’ll broach
And then if I perish, I perish.’
Chapter five
Esther fasted three days and three nights,
Shunning all culinary delights
Then she dressed to the nines
In enticing designs:
A basque and some black fishnet tights.
The king rested on his throne, drowsing,
Sleeping off a long night of carousing,
When Esther drew near,
He said ‘Sweetie, come here,
I find your attire arousing.’
She sidled up at his behest;
He said ‘Tell me babe, what’s your request,’
Esther, no longer scared,
Said ‘I’ve dinner prepared,
You bring Haman and I’ll do the rest.’
‘If this is your wish,’ said the king
‘It seems like a very small thing,
I always assume
Women want more perfume,
Expensive Swiss handbags and bling.’
Haman said to his wife ‘I’m excited
To be in this manner invited,
For in Queen Esther’s eyes
My stock’s on the rise
So I’ll tell her that I’d be delighted.
Yet Mordechai’s conduct still galls me
His refusal to bow just appalls me;
I’ll see the man swing,
Then I’ll go to the king
The esteem of whose wife quite enthralls me.’
Chapter six
At quarter past three in the morning
The king was still tossing and yawning
Then he’d fidget and cough
But he couldn’t drop off
And he longed for the day to start dawning.
A chamberlain wearing a monocle
Read aloud from the court’s Daily Chronicle
It consisted of lists
But no longer exists,
Which is why it was never canonical.
The chamberlain said ‘Here’s a nugget
And nobody’s bothered to plug it
But the Jew Mordechai
Foiled an evil plot by
Installing a wire, to bug it.’
‘So the plot,’ said the king, ‘was recorded,
It was traitorous, wicked and sordid,
But the plotters were sacked
And their telephones hacked
By a man we have not yet rewarded.’
‘Send for Haman, the man I rely on,
He may have some thoughts I can try on;
He can be rather grim
But I get on with him
Just so long as I don’t mention Zion.’
Although he found Haman unnerving,
He said ‘There’s a man most deserving,
So help me devise
Some acceptable prize
As his loyalty’s truly unswerving.’
So Haman considered and, duly,
He thought ‘This refers to Yours Truly.
I’ll soon be raised high
Then I’ll show Mordechai
How I punish the proud and unruly.’
He said ‘Gladly, sir, I’ll be your mentor;
Clothe the man in Chanel and La Renta
Select a fine horse,
Your own stable, of course,
Then he’ll ride through the town’s Arndale Centre.
‘Your idea is too good to waste,’
Said the king ‘And it’s much to my taste
To Mordechai, go
And fix it just so,
Now off with you Haman, make haste.’
Haman went, but his language was blue,
He hatred, if anything, grew,
He cursed his bad luck,
Cried aloud ‘WTF?
I’ll soon be revenged on that Jew!’
When Mordechai mounted the steed,
He said ‘Here’s a turn up, indeed,
I’m not an equestrian,
Just a Red Sea pedestrian,
Shanks’s pony is all that I need.’
Chapter seven
At the banquet of Esther the Queen
There was sushi and nouvelle cuisine,
Chopped liver and borscht
And Bloom’s garlic wurscht
And a jelly, without gelatine.
The king, amidst drinking and laughter
Said ‘Esther just what are you after?
Is it diamonds or land
Or a colliery band
Or some other gift even dafter?’
Then Esther got down on her knees,
Saying ‘Husband, be serious please,
You accepted a bribe
To extinguish my tribe,
Alas! What dark hours are these!’
The king pleaded incomprehension
And asked ‘What’s this bribe that you mention?
My dear, you’re my wife
Any risk to your life,
Would bring on my old hypertension.’
Said Esther ‘This Amalekite
Is the man I would have you indict,’
The king said ‘No kidding?
Well I’ll do your bidding
Now Haman get out of my sight.’
The king then stormed into the garden
He could feel all his arteries harden;
Haman sat next to Esther,
Which greatly distressed her,
And asked her to plead for a pardon.
When the king very shortly returned
His anger now kindled and burned
Barely catching his breath
His said ‘Put him to death
And consider this banquet adjourned.’
Chapters eight, nine and ten
The prospect for Jews now looked healthy,
And Mordechai grew very wealthy
For the king now despised
The plot Haman devised,
Saying ‘Damn but that bastard was stealthy.’
Royal letters were sent near and far
Regarding the month of Adar,
The plot was depraved
But the Jews would be saved
While for Haman it was au revoir.
There followed a great deal of fighting
Which was triggered by Haman’s inciting,
But to Esther’s relief
Haman’s men came to grief
And she put the whole thing down in writing.
Esther wrote in a detailed report
How Mordechai managed to thwart
Those evil intentions
By bold interventions,
And rose to distinction at court.
At Purim we drink like the Persians
With nobody casting aspersions
The villain gets hissed,
We all get Brahms and Liszt
And engage in light-hearted diversions.
So this is the end of our thriller
With Haman condemned as a killer
Mordechai and his niece
Both had gladness and peace,
And that is the gantzer megillah.