Keep this flower, if she thinks, It’s something to yearn for. Titan Arum, Titan Arum Another flower dressed in pink, But best to just say no. I asked her why she loves it, Is there something I don’t know? She says it smells like heaven, I say heaven needs a mop. She says it smells romantic, I say please, make romance stop. She calls it rare and lovely. Are we living in a tomb? She’s smiling at the flower. While I’m scowling at the bloom. Rarely does it show itself, Just one annoying night. Titan Arum, Titan Arum Endless waiting for the show, She surely loves to wait. I asked her why she loves it Is she fond of a decaying state? She says it smells like heaven, I say heaven needs a mop. She says it smells romantic, I say please, make romance stop She calls it rare and lovely. Are we living in a tomb? She’s smiling at the flower. While I’m scowling at the bloom. The dog went out the window. The cat moved down the street. The goldfish packed a suitcase. And grew a pair of feet. She asked if I would join her. I said, “Maybe from outside”. Then stepped back even further. And nearly waved goodbye. Never bring it in the room. Unless you like to feel irate. Titan Arum, Titan Arum She says the scent is perfect. Then serves us both durian. I asked her why she loves it Is she fond of carrion? She says it smells like heaven, I say heaven needs a mop. She says it smells romantic, I say please, make romance stop. She calls it rare and lovely. Are we living in a tomb? She’s smiling at the flower. While I’m scowling at the bloom. Titan Arum, Titan Arum What a lovely foul perfume. Titan Arum, Titan Arum And she’s still worth all this gloom.
