Man. The predecessor of Woe

He sits under that apple tree.

On gnarly knoll beside the glade.

He thinking, haven't I done well.

With the decisions he had made.

The first I heard that male voice.

Just droning on about his Rib.

The thing is though if I complain.

His face exudes lamented jib.

He calls me Woe-Man just for fun.

And reckons now his troubles start.

Thinks I have got it all my own.

When all he does is Moan and Fart.

God told him I was called Woman.

This name provides him with a joke.

At my expense amusements aim.

Its aim to hurt and cause provoke.

His rib he gave with good intent.

Perhaps he should of dwelt upon.

The reasons for such hankerings.

I do believe a selfish one.

This man whom needed company.

So afraid of being alone.

Wanted something to rule upon.

Something to order and to own.

In his mind there was no doubt.

Sharing his home with such a one.

This Paradise that he calls home.

Will be so different when I’m done.

Expected handmaid I shall not.

If he thinks this is what I be.

A shock is coming so immense.

The man is blind but soon shall see.

Paradise they call this place.

I had no choice in coming here.

But now I am I make the most.

And certainly wont live in fear.

He’s quite attractive to the eye.

He makes his creator a good son.

There are many things I can improve.

Like make him put some trousers on.

I only ask him for one thing.

The smallest thing is all I ask.

In his deluded simple mind.

He turns this into such a task.

That apple hanging true and bright.

Gleaming in the mid-day sun.

I yearn to taste a little bite.

But he says No! and thinks he’s won.

He plies with every other crop.

But mind is set on other fruit.

He tells me this is God’s demand.

But in my mind I’m resolute.

I only have one friend in life.

This charming serpent of my acquaint.

Such an helpful companion.

But evil is what my man does paint.

My serpent friend is always ready.

To help me gain my aims in life.

Reminds me that my husband should.

Show some allegiance to his new wife.

I wonder how if I withdraw.

Of certain charms that I do hold.

Will change this males hopeless mind.

Leave him feel the side that’s cold.

I swoon around in tender pose.

Temptation broiling in his mind.

Portraying naked silhouette.

With glistening breast and smooth behind.

Positioned touch in private place.

His temperature wont take much more.

He’ll soon pay with forbidden fruit.

The price he pays to bed his whore.

Resolve is lessening by the hour.

To make sweet love will surely sway.

He’ll promise anything for this.

The price that he shall dearly pay.

Eventually my way is won.

The fruit positioned at my feet.

I got my way his will undone.

And apple tastes so far from sweet.

I know not where my friend has gone.

To lose a friend is far from good.

Then God turns up so far from pleased.

And chases us from gardens wood.

Cast from Eden is our fate.

Our goods and home suddenly gone.

Evicted we pathetic pair.

Just us to walk this world alone.

Why didn’t I listen to that man.

Instead of taking serpents phrase.

Perhaps I may of listened more.

If only he had shed some praise.

Is there a moral I can say.

To help others if I can.

If only I had remained a rib.

There would never be another man.