Pull my hair.
Grind my teeth.
Bite my nails.
Over eat.
My reaction
to this stress
is making me
a great big mess!
Wheres the chocolate?
Can't you see?
I need it to
pacify me.
Pour the salt
down my throat.
Who gives a damn
if I bloat?
What ya say?
I don't care.
Get away from me!
- go anywhere.
Eventually this week
will pass.
Until then,
get off my ass.
Hurry up monthly
GET HERE FAST!
Author notes
Any women suffering from PMS?
Written June 16th, 2005
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I wanna see more of this.
I love this poem. This is so funny. -
Hehehehe. . You tell it hunny! Thank god for chocolate and icecream and anything else that gets us thru it! I love the take on this as it is a PITA, but comical to look back on. Huzzah! lol And don't feel too bad, there's always next week! :-) *Hugs* ~CD
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Funny!!
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Very Funny
At last a funny poem to read,I do love humour,and to write a humerous poem over not a very funny subject is brilliant.Thank god we men dont have to go through that.The worst I suffer once a month is a hangover, lol.Well done Take care, Moon Shadow. -
OMG. Wow, I love this poem, you are awesome. I've NEVER seen a poem about PMS..and the funny this is that it's all true, bout time someone came out and wasn't afraid to "show their colors"
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