The Saucy Sexy Smart Me Ii Poem by Gayathri Seetharam

The Saucy Sexy Smart Me II
-Gayathri B. Seetharam
We watched Sam Mendes's 1917
And it was a harrowing experience
The movie is extremely well done
But to combat the serious mood the movie had left me with,
I toyed with the thought of making a fabric art piece
With myself dressed up as a highway robber
And waylaying PM Justin Trudeau going in a post chaise in pantaloons,
I would say, Your money or your life, Sir,
To which the silver tongued man would say,
My good woman, as long as you do not intend to do me out of my virtue,
The saucy me would say, My dear Sir,
That would cost you a fortune but I would give you the time of your life;

The sexy me who feels a little left out
Would take this moment to initiate
An intimate moment and I would let him steal a kiss
Followed by a make-out session
For one cannot argue with a gun that has flown out of one's hand
And is now pointed at you,
I would huskily, say, My dear Sir, what a big and heavy muscle your manhood is,
I would love to stay and taste your virility
But my feminine instinct says that a gentleman pays to discover
What is underneath a lady's blouse and skirt
After he has ascertained that the face does not disappoint
A man's expectations of a lady of quality;

The smart me would have to say something witty
To capture his attention for there is a gun in the vicinity of his persona,
I am a fortune hunter, Mr. Trudeau, not to be confused with a gold digger
And I say that honest work did not get me a paycheque under your government
And hence, I have resorted to behaving like women of ill repute
But these women do have a decided superiority in making paycheques
Hence, I have become a "masquerader" and "these old shades", I cannot shake off,
I shall end this "duel with destiny"
With the caption, I want money and fulfilled promises, please.