I just had to write a little Nutzah poem about the recent Lefkowitz incident. Feel free to expand on it.

Lefkow's husband and mother is dead!
Rahowa!
Jewjudge cries herself to bed!
Rahowa!
Karma rears its beautiful head!
Rahowa!
ZOG is scared the papers said!
Rahowa!

Rahowa! Rahowa! Rahowa!

LOL

Maybe I shouldn't be laughing so hard as the hearse goes by. I've had this old poem running through my head recently:

-The Hearse Song-
-A Traditional Children's Rhyme

Don't ever laugh as the hearse goes by,
for you may be the next to die.

They'll wrap you up in a big white sheet,
and put you down about 6 feet deep.

So all goes well for about a week,
and then your coffin begins to leak.

The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
the worms play pinochle in your snout.

They eat your clothes, they eat your hat,
they crawl in skinny, they crawl out fat.

They eat your eyes, they eat your nose,
they eat the jelly between your toes!

Your stomach turns a slimy green,
and pus pours out like whipping cream.

You spread it on a slice of bread,
and that's what you eat when you are dead!

http://www.angelfire.com/zine/TheHearseEnthusiast/song.html