He marvelled at the beauty
Flowers were so pretty;
Roses’re red, violets’re blue
They bedecked the dining table.
He glared at the rare beauty
A bundle of nubile silk before him
The fruits denied to him by his vocation.
The firm young breasts were perky
They were actually the apples of Eden
Ripe and swollen with sweetness;
She offered the apples to him
In his soft hands he took them, cupped them
She probed him to eat, and he devoured them
Though he played dumb he could still hear the voice
“The woman gave the fruit to me and I ate it…”