Is that Eve up there, a-sulking ‘cause her man can’t see the logic?
Wasn’t she Out there beneath The Tree in a mood so damned romantic?
Starry-eyed and light of heart, returned she from that cad
and talked of talking serpents smart, when he shouted Are you mad?!
Then fish would fly and gold would grow on trees
and the breeze
would carry messages through raindrops and on leaves;
Believe I will, all that and more but this is poppycock
I won’t Believe these extra-mural tales that animals talk!
Look at her as she showers praise upon the slithering devil
the couple hotly do debate on the fruit o’ the Tree of Evil
The dumb to speak have started
I felt so much outsmarted
She screamed at him: How can that reach our level!?
Indeed ‘tis Eve, she oped our eyes to question our beliefs
and then the inner core to hide she offered us fig leaves.
ALTERNATELY:
Is that Eve
that showers praise
upon the slithering devil
in paradise where
Adam & Eve
Did debate
Upon a fruit
that got the dumb
to speak
and should have made us
god-like more
and smarter
than animals
that didn't need
fig leaves.
