And betwixt the produce aisle
Wherein I came thereupon
A luscious, even radiant fruit
Of tempting proportions
That Eve herself could not resist.
Though don’t devour in underworlds
As four seeds shall be fourever too many
Nor in the presence of serpents
But take your time, immerse instead
And slice by seven, just because?
Trash the rest, consuming only the seeds.
Not auriferous but still delicious!