This was not Adan
So Eva got confused:
Sometimes she winned
Sometimes she losed
Who is this old thing?
He's got more wrinkles
Than chocolate ice cream
Has sprinkles.
With that funny face
That he does flount
He's missing more teeth
Than milk bottles can count
Where is my Adan
So said Eva
Who just closed her eyes
And became a believa
Kisses sweeter than wine
Hugs huggier than divine
I'll keep him mine
Said she with blonde hair
I'll keep Adan, too
It's so nice to have a spare!
And her menage a trois is here.
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© Carpoo
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