My dad was a bit of an odd ball; we shared several peculiar habits. Once he told me he always counted when he climbed stairs. I was slicing a cucumber; I had 28 pieces already cut when he began talking, had to stop counting to listen.
I write poetry nearly every day. I always have. Every so often something comes out of left field. Most often irreverent work gets published. That amuses me. I thought today I’d share a silly poem because it’s something Daddy would appreciate.
And oh, yeah, it was published.
Some pictures make it look like Eve wore a Size 6.
I wonder if she did.
I wonder if Adam might have expected more for the precious price of a rib.
What if Eve wore a 16 or 56? Would it have mattered to the snake?
Do you think he would have gone all slack-jawed and ended up forked-
tongue-tied? Or maybe relax and lose the mean streak?
What if he had?
My bet is we’d all still be sitting there in that big old lush garden with
everyone getting email at the same address
and about a ka-zillion relatives would be killing time in a chat room at
What if Eve wore an 18 or 44?
What in heaven’s name does that mean anyway?
Just for fun let’s imagine Adam coming home from another long day hanging with
the Lord to find his little woman trying on leaves,
and all because silly old Satan let the C-A-T out of the B-A-G and got Eve all embarrassed
about so much naked flesh.
I don’t believe much would change in the story If Eve was full figured,
expect maybe she’d drop the fig leaf for size banana.