These evils called eve

sly as a adder

crafty like the fox,

these eves are evil.

But was Eve evil

like these eves who’re evil

like the devil.

Is the devil more

evil than them

for he stays aloft

though with cunning

he peddles his wares

to the unwary lost

and these he makes

transgressors. But

these Eves who’re evil

stalk and prey

like the one who is evil

making placid the valiant

making wanton the lusty

making weak the strong

are they really evil

for they thus ensnare

the dogs who to

the whistle of the

game-man listen not

much much in a hurry

they trail the Eves

who are evil

much much in a hurry

they are to get a crescendo

in diving and plunging

in downward thrusts

through the flapping floppy folds

minding not the evils

thereof from within

the channels of the swim.

Are these Eves evil then

as the preys are not

like unwilling to fling?

To paint the scene

is to pursue

in vain the goose

of the wild;

it is as it is

these Eves are evil.

If evils are Eves

or Eves are evil

it is as it is