Tut-tut, ‘Tis
raining out
My pulses racing to
peep thro’ the door
Oh sir, why ye have
a doubt
All b’ause of Eve’s
anxiety to explore
Come hell or high
water
‘Tis our duty to
mint, they say
Pay the price for
being a daughter
If not, go out;
there’s no way
‘Dumb to watch when
money speaks’
‘Let the emotions
stand mute to barter’;
Curse thy coat and
don’t seek
In order to win the
badge of honour
No dearth of
talking snakes
Slithering
everywhere to entice
‘No more gullible’,
my heart aches
‘To win or to lose’
in a game of dice
Sir, if ye were not
so meek to accept
If Eve were not
dared to disobey
We never fight in Eden
A new world order
to give way.
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