From the Omaha Daily Bee, January 24, 1914.
Thousands of years, my dear, have ebbed away
Since that forever memorable day
When you discovered the Forbidden Fruit,
And, knowing I should like it, led me to ’t.
And willingly you went, as I recall.
Altho’, of course, they blamed me for the Fall.
Till that momentous day our life was X;
We ate the apple, and discovered—Sex!
And both, as I recall, were tickled pink,
And talked of nothing else. I sometimes think
We gabbed so much that God himself was bored,
And sent an Angel with a flaming sword.
I spoke today with one but newly come.
He tells me that the world is all a-hum
With the self-same discovery that we
In Eden made, beneath the Knowledge Tree.
And nought, I hear, their childish prattle checks;
They gab of Sex, and Sex, and Sex, and Sex.
In books, and plays, and art this subject rules;
I’m told they even teach it in the schools.
The shade but newly-come to Hades saith
That men of sense are being bored to death;
And tho’ he’s damned he counts himself as blest
To ‘scape from Sex, and have eternal rest.