Paeans to Roller Word from: Jake

Aaron Roller, one the of the greatest luminaries, lamp-posts of the Mima'amakim circle is getting married today. On Sun, Mar 19^th we're swinging the "Love Songs of Alfred J. Prufrock and Aaron J. Roller" sheva brachot at the Caravan of Dreams with poetry and music. Drop by to say mazaltov and buy him a much-needed drink.

Can't help but reproduce Aaron's notoriusly self-prophesysing piece -

(which can be viewed here LIVE)

MY WIFE HAS A SECRET
Aaron Roller

My wife has a secret.
This demure Jewish girl with a skirt that sweeps the ground she walks on,
who shleps orange Glatt Mart bags full of Empire chickens down Avenue M,
who kicks me out of our bed in the morning so I get to shul on time,
who majored in OT at Touro so she could make her own hours,
who litters our Toyota with Torah tapes featuring rabbis who are "world renowned" because they've taught in Monsey and Bayit Vegan,
who recites ten chapters of Tehillim every week for the matzav in Israel,
who reads to me aloud from the Jewish Press on Friday nights,
who claims to make a better chulent than my mother, but not her own,
who drops her change into the cups of the beggars on Coney Island Avenue even though half aren't really Jewish and the other half aren't really poor,
who has wished both her Bubbes a Gut Shabbos every Friday afternoon since her year in seminary,
This wife of mine comes home at night, pulls off her wig and reveals a head dyed with bright pink Manic Panic-
And only me, her, the styrofoam head on our windowseat, and I guess the mikvah lady,
know about it.