The Flower Called French Lingerie Poem by Gayathri Seetharam

The Flower called French lingerie
-Gayathri B. Seetharam
I looked at the flower called French lingerie
And it excited me for the petals had a pleated look
And the centre was suggestively fashioned
But enough is enough for this summer
And if my Monet's Garden mix of tulips
And the other seeds and bulbs I have planted
Grow and flower beautifully
I will treat myself to French lingerie
Next summer and until then
I shall make do with exquisite bras and panties
With flowery embroidery that will have sexual ardour knocking on my door
In the form of paycheques and career enhancing action
And this will lead me to baking pineapple cake with pineapple icing
Which as hearsay has it, is said by the Russians to be a longing for sexual intercourse
Being fulfilled for the cake with the said icing is as delicious as sex at its best.