"Adam," says she,
"Am so sorry."
"Honey, don't you worry,"
he tried to console her,
even as he felt desperately ill.
"We are going to be all right."
"How do you know?
How can you say that?"
"Babe, I was mad at you at fist,
but since we been through the worst,
being kicked out of Paradise and all,
I think if we keep trying
we will survive,
we will get through this situation
this life of ours, some how,
some way, honey, baby, my love."
"Adam, I love you."
"I love you, too, Apple Scrapple."
Author notes
I apologize about the other one; Loki the god of mischief got to me, and filled me with sick liquor. Am not what you might fear I am, just a mischievous elf poet. I am sorry to annoy you if indeed I did; am sorry to make you go through the trouble of enforcing sensible rules.
I am a bad poet. I need to be punished. lol Wait a minute, I AM being punished by being denied entry to the gates of Heaven till I pay my dues!
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This is an amusing poem... I really liked the ending... I do like the idea that they weren't angry with each other though
I really enjoyed this piece... every bit as refreshing as that apple 
Keep writing
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"apple scrapple".....LOL....I love it! I don't know how to define this "piece of work"....it's crazy for sure, but there is something so original and commical about it. I love their conversation "honey, baby, my love"...it's so rediculously funny, but I don't know why! Here....have some applause...... I like it!
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I love the tone in this poem - so light, so nonchalant. I especially love the end, "Apple Scrapple" haha, it finishes it perfectly.
great write
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Thank you, midnight sun 000
Merci beaucoup, midnuit soleil!
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