Apple Picking
APPLE PICKING
“Adam, are you hungry?”
Asked Eve, seductively.
“There’s a lovely juicy apple
On a low branch of that tree.”
“I must confess I’m peckish,”
Said Adam longingly.
“But God said that it doesn’t
Belong to you or me.”
“There’s on-one here to see us,”
Eve answered, craftily.
“Except for that old serpent
And he said it was free.”
“I’m still not sure,” said Adam.
What if God should see?
“He’d evict us from the garden
And then where would we be?”
But Eve could be persuasive,
As women tend to be.
And so they shared the apple
And the rest is history.
Copyright © Bryn Strudwick | Year Posted 2023
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