A Sending Off Poem by Tom Billsborough

Adam said little. Eve a lot
But it was Sam the snake who won the pot.
'Oi, Eve, ' he cried: 'A treat for thee',
Pointing his tail at the Apple tree.
'Oh, no, ' called Eve, that is forbidden.
All of knowledge there is hidden.
God insists we must not swallow
Those gorgeous apples, sparkling yellow! '
'No doubt it's good to stay so chaste,
But aren't you curious about the taste? '
She was and soon she took a bite
And Adam yielded without a fight,
Munching into misery. It hit them hard
When God brought out his two red cards.
'Get thee hence beyond these borders.'
You've disobeyed my solemn orders! '
And just for you, the temptress Eve,
I've something nasty up my sleeve! '
I guess if girls had told the tale,
The guilty party would be male.