As Joseph hit the pit with a thud,
Judah wondered, “Why
shed his blood?
Let’s see him behave,
Sold as a slave,
Where only the mistress will think he’s a stud.

Judah went with Hirah Adulam,
And an itch that needed a balm.
But then in a gaffe,
Tamar had his staff,
And she called him out with aplomb.

The Pharaoh once dreamed of the Nile,
And large cows that emerged single-file.
Their heft did not daunt,
The cows that were gaunt,
Meaning the Nile would not be fertile.

After interpreting the Pharaoh’s strange dream,
Joseph concocted a scheme,
To centralize Egypt’s wealth,
By grain-hoarding in stealth,
For an anachronistically Fascist regime.

The brothers went to Egypt’s red lights,
Among other underworld sights.
By generating the suspicion,
Of an espionage mission,
They forfeited all of their civil rights

Moses turned away from the throne,
As Pharaoh’s servants let out a moan,
“Consider the cost-
Egypt is lost!
Can’t you just leave those people alone?”

Pharaoh, not known for pragmatism,
Threw his men into a cataclysm.
He launched a crusade,
As if one more plague,
Would satisfy his masochism.

Pharoah’s visions of a battle royale,
Drew him into the Red Sea, without rationale.
His forces were smashed,
As the Israelites dashed,
Their way through a national birthing canal.