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    Gender-related pronouns have been (or at least, were) with us a long time now, but of course weren't needed originally (in the days when the only form of address was "Oi, you!") In fact, things were going just fine right up until Genesis 2:21, when

    A little while after Creation
    And the Lord comes on the phone
    "How are things down in the Garden -
    Are you OK living alone?"
    Adam, deep in an Xbox game
    And still not even dressed,
    Mumbled "Give me a mate to play with, Lord,
    And I'd count myself well blessed".

    Now maybe that was not best-phrased
    For the Lord (as boffins will)
    Tinkered at the drawing-board
    Making tweaks designed to thrill.
    But as Adam said soon after
    "Now nothing's going to plan
    In fact I have to ask You, Lord,
    Why this woman ain't a man?"

    "I can't get bladdered anymore -
    It's all milk and wholesome food
    And if I put the footie on
    Eve stomps off in a mood.
    The odd spring-clean was fine by me
    But things are now much worse -
    Today I found my favourite chair
    Is labelled: 'THIS IS HERS!'"

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