It Never Raineth On The Holy Fool
Back at the beginning
Before the devastation
The serpent made oration:
Taste this fruit, my lovely
Never mind instructions
You'll weather the deductions
Eve's reply was winning:
'What harm is there in trying?'
She set the whole world crying
Now, we name her gruffly
Apportioning the blame
That soils the female name
But who was truly sinning?
The tempter or the taker
Perhaps it was our Maker
| Contributors: | Roland, N, F, Beefy. |
| Poem finished: | 1st September 2004 by Roland. |