And God said, Now let there be chocolate.
Next morning Eve said, “You're a star!
My partner and I have decided
that it's better than apples – by far.
But we've learned that it's wildly addictive,
and it hides an unwelcome surprise.
Last night I was Figleaf Size Seven.
Now I'd hate to be told my new size.
You assured us that we are your children;
but we're hourly less sure this is true,
for we now show a family resemblance
which owes far more to Buddha than you."