IN
EDEN’S
GARDEN
The banquet table
Was all set,
Nourishment
All free from debt.
They only had to
Wear some clothes,
That covered them
Since Adam’s woes.
Not the best,
Nor what’s called shoddy.
A sheath for soul
Which follows body.
But necks all stiff,
Backs, ram-rod straight,
They shrugged and said,
“Can’t make that date.”
And this from mothers,
Daughters, hapless,
Demanding Eves,
Who wear skins strapless.
No mea culpas,
Pleas for pardon…
But bob for apples
In Eden’s Garden!
EDEN’S
GARDEN
The banquet table
Was all set,
Nourishment
All free from debt.
They only had to
Wear some clothes,
That covered them
Since Adam’s woes.
Not the best,
Nor what’s called shoddy.
A sheath for soul
Which follows body.
But necks all stiff,
Backs, ram-rod straight,
They shrugged and said,
“Can’t make that date.”
And this from mothers,
Daughters, hapless,
Demanding Eves,
Who wear skins strapless.
No mea culpas,
Pleas for pardon…
But bob for apples
In Eden’s Garden!
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