Short Of Tall? Poem by Gordon D Wilkinson

Sometimes I am short, but can be tall
Just depends on ladies, which way they want me at all
Delicate is my body, when I am ready to use
Oh, you men out there, do not blow a fuse
All the women all over the place
Would want me for their table to grace
They treat me with tender loving care
Teasing me, like they do their hair
I come in varieties to pose
My flagrant smell, gets up your nose
Colour to me is wide ranging
You do my arranging
To some I am a simple tea
I smell better than a sweet pea
My name is Rosa as you may guess
A flower for the ladies to press