So This is Why Great Grandma Ate the Fruit

I have heard 

The same story

Year after year

Though some
Do not believe 

It is said 

That one of my great grandmas 

Did like to streak

Through the garden

She would

Run 

Making her poor

Dear husband 

Give chase

One day

She did pause 

And Linger under

A fruit tree

Filled with passion

And there 

She met a serpent 

Who did like 

To speak

He did point out 

That forbidden fruit

And it looked so sweet

In her desire

Feeling the heat 

She took

Only a nibble

And her poor husband

Catching up

His vision filled with her

And hungry as well

Accepted it gladly

And he too fell

  

Now all these years later

I was walking through 

The garden like forest

Better known 

As my back yard

There I saw this snake

I say to myself 

So

This is the reason

Why