Attempt To Mollify Poem by Ima Ryma

Adam was staying out nights late,
Playing poker and smoking pot.
Eve was becoming quite irate.
Playing around, was what she thought,
With other women who must be
Roaming around Eden somewhere.
Adam, seeing Eve upset, he
Pondered on how to clear the air.
'You're the only woman God's made, '
He said, awaiting Eve's reply.
'Maybe, ' as unconvinced she stayed.
So how could Adam mollify?

Instead of telling any fibs,
Adam let Eve count all his ribs.