The Time of The Month

poem written to my male friend after I had a bout of PMT and took it out on him!

Ok, I am pretty peeved,
Although kisses I have received,
The decorators are here,
I just knew they'd interfere,
If I'd told you, you would not have believed,

Do you know what I'm saying JP?
It always happens to me,
Every 4 weekly,
I'm telling you meekly,
My body cannot be free!

I turn into the woman you hate
My bad temper starts to inflate,
I eyes shed a tear,
And men start to fear,
And then I get in a right state,

All my mates really know I am like this,
It's always one big bloody crisis,
"Just stay right at home",
They say with a moan,
But I stay in ignorant bliss,

Til out with the tampons I must
And admit that I've made a big fuss,
"We told" you they say,
"why not jot down the day?"
But all I can do is cuss...

So now you know why I really went mad,
My periods make me quite bad,
I fight with the planet
And eat like a gannet,
And then I just get really sad!!!