“Adam’S Apple”

Said Eve to “hub” Adam: “My dear, what’s the matter? Your eyes are all bulging; Your teeth all a chatter. That lump in your throat, dear, Speak, Adam!” she muttered. “Ad” gasped for his breath, And spluttered and spluttered, Then breathed more at ease; Congestion releasing Its hold, he looked normal, But frowns his face creasing, He paused before speaking: “Eve, list while I chatter; I’ve most choked to death, see? The cause of the matter Was eating your apple, Esophagus cloying, That Forbidden Fruit My life most destroying.”

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Now if we’re believing In stuff that’s prenatal, We plain see the reason Some “Ad’s” sons have fatal Big lumps all a bulging, Their cervicals craning,―― ’Twas “Grandfather’s” fault, Heredity’s (s) training, That lump in their throats just Keeps sticking and sticking. “Adam’s Apple” Eve called it, But Eve did the picking.