Damn PMS

Flowing like a river.
Oh the crimson tide!
The curse each woman endures.
One we must always hide.
It's not a great bed fellow.
The cramp and aches are bad.
This time of the month; you're best to not make her mad.
Sweet as candy one moment, then totally turning to mush.
She cries and begs for it to stop,
It comes but once a month.
Oh what a glory it is, to be a woman!
Men would surely die.
Hahaha and they say we are the weaker sex.
God let them have a try.
Pads and tampons? Which to choose?
Scented or unscented? Either way we lose.

DAMN PMS