Who Is Eve?

Who Is Eve? short poem

She is that girl you always meet,
As you walk down a busy street;

That office girl across the hall,
Or someone’s partner at a ball;

That dearest love now in your arms,
Or song diva with haughty charms,

Covered with beauty’s coat-of-mail;
Or well exposed, in fashion’s trail;

Are cavemen spared these glaring sights?
Just clubbing Eve on mating nights?

Of lore and myths sages employ,
Nefertiti, Helen of Troy,

Still escaping comprehension,
Eve’s mysterious predilection;

What is she made of, cream and spice?
And liking men, but fearing mice?

Adam knows not how Eves are done,
He was asleep when God made one.

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♪ ♫ Well, I guess, it could be said that if my knowledge and wisdom were converted to wealth, I may humbly say, in all honesty, that I am not a millionaire. But if out of my two cents, you would agree to accept one of it, then, I could proudly say, in all modesty, that I have done charity.♥
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“And liking men, but fearing mice?” Really hilarious @Reyvrex_Reyes, no offence to the fairer sex but you seem to have captured it all in this question – Who is Eve? And you, of course, are the Poet Laureate of HoP!


Awesome awesome awesome!!!! sooo beautiful … this is the best one i have read of yours … its always a pleasure to read yours but this one was more than a pleasure to read 🙂

Swathi Rao

A very nice read…


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