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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 said,
blushing a little.

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.