Wednesday 7th January

I wrote this maybe thirty years ago.  I was attending writing classes (ever ambitious) and our teacher produced an apple and told us to write about it.  This was more or less how it came out.  A bit of revision here and there over the years.  A re-telling of an old story…

An Apple

 

An apple fell on Newton’s head

He wrote a law and now he’s dead

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Eve gave Adam an apple – It’s been all downhill from there

The skin of the apple was dappled; to start, Adam knew not where

‘Twas dewy and damp, warm and round – Eve’s prints were all over he found

Adam held it safe and sound. Adam’s heart began to pound

Eve suggested with her lips; Adam touched her on the hips

They drank together, little sips; neither noticed the swallowed pips

Eve egged him on, she wanted more – his fingers flung away the core

 

Eve’s tongue, a snake’s skinless eye explored ‘till knowledge was truly found

Leaving the garden they didn’t see their first impressions lying there on the ground

And after all the apples are eaten, It’s the woman’s fault – she’s to blame

The man has the knowledge when she’s beaten; he runs away to hide his shame

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Newton never knew the depth of his depravity

He fell to earth, a victim of gravity