Eve's Lament
Eve blew the hair from out of her eyes
“He thinks nothing matters except size!”
“All he does is loll in the shade
It would be so nice to move to the glade!”
Eve picked a small critter from her thigh
and said “God, why? Why give me this guy?
He’s lazy, and crazy and talks to the baboon!
And when night rolls around he thinks I will swoon!”
“Adam, the man, the boss, yeah right,
You could have handled that snake but it gave you a fright?”
Don’t blame me, you’re the man, the one with the b*lls
So, why blame tiny me for the trials of us all?”
I was gifted to you. I’m your precious jewel
“Adam dear Adam….please invent me some tools!
I tired of seeing your scraggily hair
and picking the critters out of our lair.
Build me a house, find me a stone
And if you don’t straighten up you’ll go home alone!
*dedicated to Adam’s Lament by Bob Hinshaw
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2010
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