Author Anonymous O Adam, where are you? Adam, where are you? Adam, where are you? O what a trying time! Lord, I am in the garden. Adam, you ate that apple. Lord, Eve she gave it to me. Adam, it was forbidden. Lord said, walk out de garden. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments