Inner Sense Or Lost Innocence? Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Fresh leaves round Eve's hair proffer proof that sly snake
once tempted rash maid to partake of sweet tree,
Alas far from Paradise flesh had to flee,
sin[ce] then Man atones for mad mor[t]al mistake.
Maids have been made wary since then – vide Blake,
as our threescore and ten show price paid steep we see.
Though most memories fade, both the Serpent and she
worldwide stay attainted for famed first sin’s sake.
Therefore apples avoid in the future and make
good choice well weighed, evil eschew, therefore we
may suggest as alternative banana be
much the best, or a pear, or the pair, or eat cake!
As moral some find most immoral maid’s mind,
Whose ‘core’ falls behind to affront her behind!