When you're finally PMSing,
three days late from all the stressing.
You take a shower,
and lose your power.
Your stomach feels like an empty cloud
you want to eat, you want to shout.
Go and take some meds, to ease those nasty cramps ahead...
Op!
Barf instead.
You lay down for an hour,
trying to regain that lost power,
but alas more time has passed,
the day is gone, what a blast.
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Author:
Adrianna Kjeld (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 3rd, 2017 12:47
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See what all we men are missing! I guess we weren't brave enough to be women this time. Good poem, Adrianna.
Haha, perhaps men don't have to deal with these predicaments, but some do have to be around them so there's plenty of suffering to go around. Thank you, Louis. 🙂
How true, how very true.
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That is great! I remember those days.
Glad they are over for many years.
Hugs
Micalina
Awe, thank you! My time is coming soon, so it's very lovely to have seen all of your positive comments, thank you so much! Hugs
~Adrianna
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