METROPOLITAN DIARY
(old)
(Jewish Group)
Meshuga
Dear Diary:
Maybe I might be a little bit meshuga,
As twisted as a pretzel on a cart.
I never could have dreamt,
That I’d be so damned verklempt,
I broke my lease and then I broke your heart.
I had to quit the city when it shuttered,
Packed up all my bags and made the break
I was clearly off my rocker,
Just a frightened alter cocker,
I made the move and also a mistake.
The restaurants here all close too friggin’ early,
Gotta kvetch about the deer and the raccoons.
I left the whole mishpocha,
Please forgive me, mea culpa.
Cider doughnuts (oy) are never macaroons.
Maybe I might be a little bit meshuga,
Kick me in the tuchus, not my schnoz.
It’s a shame and it’s a shonda,
When a schmo decides to wanda,
Far away from New York City,
Or, is that Oz?
— Lou Craft
(for old times sake)
https://www.nytimes.com/2025/05/25/nyregion/metropolitan-diary.html