The Saucy Sexy Smart Me Iii Poem by Gayathri Seetharam

The Saucy, Sexy and Smart Me III
-Gayathri B. Seetharam
I am at my wit's end trying to write poems and essays
Which appeal to the taste of PM Justin Trudeau
For some of my artistic work has passed his eagle eye
And then there are other endeavours
Which he has not had the time to read
Which are lofty and highbrow and clever
But which don't seem to get me ahead
Obviously, my engineering and scientific endeavours have
No say in the matter for he does not take an interest in them
And I thought helplessly, Saucy is as saucy does,
Besides, saucy women do not always curry favour with top brass
I am a "wordsmith" who would like to embroider my words with just praise
And not mere flattery but the latter has been known to achieve its objectives;

As the sexy me, I have no role
For there is no personal contact to appeal to his sense of fairness
Through my persuasive skills
However, I could get ahead with my other smocking, stitching and embroidery with lace work
And hope to woo him with pictures in the said dresses,
One a smocking pinafore dress, the other a decollete blouse
With a lupin and an impatiens embroidered on it
And the third a long skirt with pleated lacework at the bottom
But it would mean a delay in my goal to be published and paid by him
And even funded for my small business projects
Thus I conclude that the sexy me languishes in vain trying to make it in this world;

The smart me wonders if I have overplayed my hand
For I assumed that since freedom of press is a constitutional right,
I did criticise the PM of Canada, Justin Trudeau, a tad much,
For it was a shock to me, his out-of-character confessions,
In a way, it was not to be wondered at to such an extent for he was the spoilt darling
Being the first son of a PM, Pierre Elliot Trudeau, who held the reins of the country for a long time,
However, if he has the word, gentleman leader written all over him,
He is not going to leave my aspirations for fame and fortune in his hands
Hanging in midair for a longer duration
For the sunshine does streak into the house even during the dead of winter
And it being a gloomy day, I wonder if I should brighten up the living room
With a lot of yellow roses which would fool me into thinking that
Sunshine, golden sunshine makes me smile
Sunshine, golden sunshine makes me laugh
Sunshine, golden sunshine makes my hair curl.