#agadatah

When King Chizkiya sickened, Yeshaia
Brought a yeshiva e'en nigher,
So their studies might save
The good king from the grave.
Might that not raise the death angel’s ire?

Akiva in prison – each day,
HaGarsi brought water his way.
When the guard spilled out half
(“No escape!” he would laugh),
“I must wash, so no drinks, then. Okay.  ‍♂️”

Rav’s attendant  goes off to retrieve
A small pitcher, but while taking leave,
Whoops! Thelechi’s a toppler.
“Why not just use that poplar?”
“Had we done so beforeShabboseve?”