The figure in the shadows stared at Eve
And shook the beans inside the bag. ‘Believe
Me, crops of serpentini beans achieve
A growth of two feet, even more, no lie.’
Eve, flattered by him, looked and gave a sigh.
He rattled them and said, ‘Give them a try…’
‘Perhaps I could be tempted…’ Blushing red,
Eve muttered, playing with the seeds, her head
A blaze of possibilities, the bed
So promising where they could start the plot.
She turned. ‘Now Adam, should we take the lot?
A multi-buy…’She fanned herself.‘It’s hot
Out here. There’s no escaping all this heat!’
Then Adam spoke, ‘I’ll put a garden seat
In for us, that should make the place look neat,
With an umbrella, too, to give some shade.’
Thus Adam smiled and tenderly obeyed
The instinct they had both so long delayed.
The figure glad they did not hesitate…
Then, smiling to himself, he shut the gate
Amused how easily they took the bait.
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