Eve’s Place

My name is Eve, you can call me that,

I  have a garden I’ll show you, it’s just out back.

I grow everything on my own,

fresh and sweet like a honeycomb.

I’ll share with you, all that is mine,

ripe, and right off the vine.

Sample what you  like,

what’s the harm in taking a bite?

Hungry men will eat when the table is set,

what else would you expect?

Was it such a calamity, to be the downfall of humanity?

It wasn’t Eve’s fault,

she withstood the assault.

To this day, we are sinners exiled,

every man, woman and child.

So she set up  a place, and put on her best face.

If you’re good, she’ll serve her specialty,

a real delicacy, made from a secret recipe.

She know’s her way around the kitchen,

she’s flexible under any condition, any position.

She can cook up a breeze,

She’ll take your order, anything you please.

The main course and side dishes,

fill you up and are so delicious.

The portions are plenty, you never leave hungry.

Whatever you crave, can be yours to savor,

it’ll drive you wild with the sultry flavor.

Breakfast, dinner or lunch, it’s a one, two, three punch,

You can never get to much, you’re going to want a bunch.

Come and get a taste of heaven, she’s open twenty four seven.

© 2015 Kathleen Stefani and Combing The Catacombs.
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