"Bitch, give me back my rib!"
    I overheard a man say of his love

A love lost by his claims of her infidelity
    of her scheming, deceiving, of her push to shove

He was of course referring to when God
    made Eve, out of Adam’s side
       producing his equivalent, a form fitting glove

Has it really come to this, such
    put downs, peace I say between the two
       an olive branch on the beak of a dove