Musaf davened, haftorah mastered
Popa went home to get plastered
Got home, the mess left him agog,
What had happened to his grog?
Got on his knees saw a clue
From floor to ceiling did it spew
Although he thought it a fine wine,
Fermentation blew up his moonshine
For bright young Popa, lesson learned
From one jug Ripple, which had turned
One more slice kugel, don’t you mooch
Instead run home and check your hooch!