Poem

“Flower”
-Unknown

The time is now, the moment’s fair
To explain the role of what’s down there.
A delicate part only women own
It has many names by which it’s known.
Powderbox, yah-yah, and poonani are some
But “flower” is the nicest one.

Your flower is your special thing
For your eyes only ‘til you have a ring.
It will need love and certain care
For lots of changes will come down there.
Monthly visits and odd feelings
And odors rather unappealing.

Good girls keep their flowers clean
And to themselves, for no one to see.
You can love it secretly
This all women do agree.
Now young lady, it’s time to start
Holding your flower close to your heart.



I guess some people really are that scared. Hahaha