Titan Arum
By Marls E
Your petal dress grows like a sprout of a tree
The stench of your odor is all over the place
Every time they smell you, they call it a disgrace
That's why you're known as the corpse flower.
But you say: "I'm perfect in every way!"
So you swiftly sway like whisks of clouds
Then everyone can stop and say: Such a pretty Titan Arum.