Apple Picking
Adam picked a peck of apples
tossed one over to his dear wife, Eve—
“Hey, try one of these.”
“Oh, which tree did this come from?”
She asked most innocently.
Adam winked. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
And “Yes”, of course, she did.
“Fine, I’ll go pick some of my own!”
And, you know, she did.
He ate one of hers, too,
when she finally got around
to offering….
best flavor of the bunch.
Too bad about the worm in the middle.
c.Darlene Moore Berg
Sometimes a Poet 