Every month, the moon looses this beast inside.
I’ve obligingly labled her “Mrs. Hyde”.
Midol, chocolate, a heating pad,
Are the best defenses,
When the week is bad.
You can’t cure this kind of ‘crazy’,
For a week full of red,
She sure makes me blue.
“Aunt Flow” is a special kind of bitch,
Who makes men squeamish
And women twitch.
A messy, painful, nuisance, She.
Did I mention the fact
That she’s just plain crazy?
Mood swings, bloating and gut-twisting cramps,
Enough blood to sate the hungriest vamps,
Irrational tears and wild, chaotic outbursts,
The emotional roller-coaster is probably the worst.
I tell you, these awful, monthly menses,
Equally offend ALL a person’s senses.
Women everywhere can and will relate…
It’s a cross we bear, and openly hate.
Men, please try to understand:
We’ll be back to normal, when we can.
Your condescension feeds Mrs. Hyde,
It makes her meaner and wounds her pride.
“Are you PMSing?” is a red flag to the bull,
“Are you okay?” makes you less of a fool.
Remember: chocolate’s ambrosia – food of Goddesses.
It soothes savage beasts of PMS-es.
Love and kindness, and patience too,
Will tame the hellion and wonders do.
Now if you’ll excuse me, Mrs. Hyde’s here again.
Chocolate? Check, check.
Heating pad? Yep.
*Sigh and half-smile*
At least the doctor is in.
~ C.L.R. ~ © 2011