The Last Dictator IV

That night he foretold his enemies' doom
His words loomed large across the room
They boomed
His pupils were quiet and well groomed
With swelling heart
He began his favourite part
When Eve, who since she wed
Had gained a lot of weight
From the apples on which she fed
It was compensation she said
For the marginal life that she'd led
Zig-zagged through the door
And said, 'Adam what's this button for'
No more door