Coifftus Interruptus (Parental Advisory)

It looked nothing! What kind of a Christmas present is this? Who gave it? What did we give them?

Not a rose, a rose that might smell so sweet... But another name neither of us could remember. It sat... under the Christmas tree, underwhelming, unwrapped.

It sat, and sat, looking like a luxurious coiffure of pubicity. It hardly improved the decorations, so we hid it away.

A week later, a giant phallus rose from the forest. Bigger... and bigger... and bigger.

And then... overnight... an eruption of pinky white at the tip. Nothing premature about it!

An Amyrillis takes time.