In a town not far, where the people did hush, A story unfolds, 'bout a Kid named Kidd Lush. A boy, quite young, but with spirits so high, Longed for the warmth of a whiskey, oh my!

The rabbi, he said, "Whiskey's not for the young, For the Kiddush we pour, let the grape's song be sung. But the boy, he insisted, his eyes all a-gleam, Craved a taste of the amber, that golden sunbeam.

As the Sabbath drew near, and the candles were lit, A plan hatched in his mind, a mischievous wit. He'd sneak in a flask, to the synagogue's hall, And swap out the wine, without notice at all.

The boy, he did giggle, his plan a success, But soon he discovered, he'd made quite a mess. For as the room swayed, and the laughter grew loud, He knew in his heart, he had broken a vow.

He came forth, confessed, and apologized too, A lesson was learned, and the boy's heart anew. For the Kiddush is sacred, and wine it must be, But the joy of community, that's whiskey's decree.

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