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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!





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