Poetry

Forbidden fruits, they say, taste sweetest
That some yesterday
When across the tree I came
I said lucky me
But its fruits are twice forbidden
And trivial it has dawn on me
That if I dare taste a bite
Before morrow I should ask
Luck Y Me?
So don’t think me stupid
For ignoring to take a bite
For these fruits are twice forbidden
And I know
So don’t cry for me
If I fall by the tempest
For its fruits are twice forbidden
And I know