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Adam had just finished his corn flakes
Goat's milk and all

His briefcase was in his hand
Running late

He quick-pecked his wife
Dashed out the door of his cave and into the open air

Whereupon Eve
Knowing quite well it wasn't his birthday

Shouted in alarm
“Adam! You forgot to wear your fig leaf! ”

(Previously published in The Hold, March 2004)

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