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The smell first hits me from five blocks away
Itâs Friday and I canât stay away
The Blue Jays are playing but I wonât likely risk it
Iâm here with a plan to binge on her brisket...
My motherâs brisket
So moist and tender
Always sends me
On another Shabbos bender
The onions and carrots look nice
I donât need them and potatoes, no dice
There are only two things that suffice
My mother and her brisket
My motherâs brisket
So silky smooth
Whatever might happen all week
Thereâs nothing quite like it to soothe
Donât need a forshpeis or any desserts
I got no room, my stomach already hurts
On Monday Iâm altering shirts
Thanks to her brisket
I want to climb, climb,
Into her brisket
I could cry, die
At the thought of her brisket
I want to swim in her gravy and thrillingly flailing, Iâll whisk it
The judges will give all the gold
To my motherâs brisket
My motherâs brisket
Strictly glatt
The butchers revere her
Reserving the very, extraordinary, best cut
Her pictureâs on the wall in between Schneerson and Yentl
Her brisket can make even flossing seem transcendental
Iâm alive, diving
Into her brisket
I swoon, spoon
Her soft sweet brisket
And if I really get lucky tonight
Though itâs easy âcause she loves to spoil
Shabbos candles will reflect their last light
In blessed tin foil
I want to climb, climb
Into the tin foil
I canât wait to get home
With my tin foil
Iâm gonna run all the red lights
Pull it over, stop it and frisk it
I want twenty-five years to life
With my motherâs brisket
Solitarily confined to every slice
Of my motherâs brisket