Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Ode to Aunt Flo

Foul, ancient Twat,
Why doth thou thus torment me?
I heralded thy absent flow
With much rejoicing.
Now Thy returnst,
With such a venom and fury
That even Maxi-Pads doth soaketh
And needs must be changed
When’ere the clock strik’st th’hour.
I will not wear Depends!
Though am grateful for paddes
with wings.
Cease Thou thy torture--
For I am past
Th’age of bearing Childe.

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