It is a day of shivvin' skin;
It's cause for apprehension.
They say that its retention
Was not the law's intention.

Yet I get a trifle feary--
What if mohel's eyes are bleary
From hitting Mogen David wine?
A joke to relieve tension:

"How d'ya make Mogen David wine?"
The setup, then you move
To punchline: "Kick him in the nuts."
Hope mine won't be removed.

You must re"member" this:
A bris is still a bris,
A rabbi's frill-snip guy.
The fundament's not what he'll eye
As knife he'll ply.

And when the cover's hewed,
You hope cutter ain't stewed
And he won't make you cry,
They won't need to suture your thing
As knife goes, "Bye!"

Oo, time to cut dong's
Hood--don't lacerate.
Be cool, so no gashin'
Makes invaginate.
Being woman
Could then become my fate.
Don't make my voice go high.

Snipped frill's gone; the mohel scored me;
The knife looks kinda gory,
But I guess I won't die.
The girl-thriller has been uncovered--
Not goy guy I.