The Tasty Apple.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I used to work in a garden with fantastic fruits, but never ate any for myself. My poem.

Submitted: July 11, 2019

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Submitted: July 11, 2019



The woman said, ''What's wrong with you?''

I asked, ''Is it true, because of you, we all have to die?''

'She said, ''That's a lie, the serpent made me cry,

The story he told was a small lie.


Cratily, and deceptively, he approached me,

Adam wast there, he encroached me.

He wanted me to taste the fruit,

And quickly changed his suit.


He overpowered me, and I ate,

And when we got to the gate,

The Cherubim with the sowrd lashed out,

The serpent got a heavy clout.


I ran quickly and found Adam there,

I gave him a taste, and everything was bare.

Then the Master of the garden cursed the serpent,

And threw us out permanent.


He made garments of skins,

Pieces of sticks as pins.

Out into a darkened cave,

With no one there to save.


Adam was the first man to offer sacrifice,

To the Sovereign Lord, that was pretty nice.

Then came Cain and Abel,

This story has much more to tell.

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