Striding down the aisle at breakneck speed,

In a hurry to get here what I came here for,

And leave this maddening, crowded grocery store,

I stop to pause at the applesauce,

And take a jar in my hand like Yorick's skull.

"Alas poor Adam, what happened to us?

Was the curse a bit too much?

Or was it the matching curtains?

I'm certain now I wish I'd had the Pear

That day I fell hungry in the garden

Just when the Serpent had me by the ear.

Then pardon me for Paradise gained and lost,

But I prefer the whole fruit dangling

To this genetically modified applesauce."

-jenn