A Woman's Curse Poem by Talmadge Rogalla

In wait for her he lay,
The snake, which tempted Eve,
In a very cunning way,
The poor woman was deceived.
From the forbidden fruit she ate,
And received the dreaded curse,
What an awful terrible fate,
She now sadly had to nurse.
Sobs which accompany pain,
If only she had obeyed,
A life of burden, a bane,
The dreaded curse had made.
The darn periodic pang,
O herb of the soil,
The curse sinks its fang,
More Evening Primrose oil.