Ode to the Maxwell House Haggadah

adapted from Giving a Haggadah a Makeover

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/04/09/nyregion/09haggadah.html?_r=1&src=me&ref=homepage

Spotted with matzo crumbs, speckled with wine

We return each year

To savor your stilted translation

Your ‘dung heaps’ and your ‘vermin’

 Your dismissal of sons

'the wicked; the simple; the one who doesn’t ask’

Already an old man in 1930’s

Dragged into our century

by errant English teacher

Who plucked your ‘thees’ and ‘thous’,

So many fussy flowers,

And stripped you clean to bone,
Dry as unleavened bread 

Now you sit at our table

Politically correct as a sophomore in college

Modern as Starbucks

Pages coldly clean