16. all that glistens.

have you got a clitoris ?
I asked the girl behind the counter.

I’m sorry ? she said.

do you have a clitoris ?

she stood there, open-mouthed:
I’m not quite sure what you mean,
she blushed.

well, you had one last week, I continued,
a lovely big pink one
with a delightful scent,

over there
by the compost.

Oh, I think you mean a Clematis
she answered, giggling.

Isn’t that what I said ? I queried.

Very similar, she laughed,
with a twinkle in her eye,
but I prefer Peonies myself
– they’re a little more hardy.