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P.M.T. And Us!Me body's achin', Me bones are sore, I can't go on, Can't take any more. Me tummy's bloated, Me eyes are red, I'm in so much pain… I wanna stay in bed! I'm feeling narky, I've just battered the cat, The kids have run, I can't have that! Me head is flushin', I'm hot all over, Me life is not… A bed of clover. I've got water retention, And cryin' fits, Me life is really… The total pits! Menopause, what a joke, Life is so unfair, Men get away with murder, They just get thinning hair! First we have P.M.T. Then, the menopause, Being a woman it seems, holds a special clause. Well not any more for me, I've got rid of all me pain, No more crying…no more upset, no more going insane! HYSTERECTOMY! What a word, And if I come back again, It won't be as a man, And it definitely won't be a dame! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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