Clothes Call Poem by Ima Ryma

When Eve picked the forbidden fruit,
Up to that point no clothes she had,
Always was in her birthday suit.
But that did change when she did bad.
God ordered that Eve, now in shame,
Must right away cover herself.
Eve thought that the selections were lame,
Bunches of leaves from rack and shelf.
But over time Eve did begin
To find designer clothes to wear.
She loved the shopping life in sin,
And developed a fashion flair.

So when Eve wanted wardrobe new,
She'd pick an apple, maybe two.