Time Of The Month Poem by Randy McClave

Suddenly she yells and she curses me
As though possessed with a demon locked deep inside
I quickly look for the closest exit as I am ready to flee
She then screams that her feelings 'are all justified',
She goes into a rant and then into a rage
Everything I do or say I find out it is entirely wrong
She is meaner than any wild beast locked inside a cage
And inside that cage, I believe she also does belong,
She does not resemble the sweet woman from months ago
The woman whom I know is quite, sweet and serene
As now I feel not happiness and joy, but only woe
As now she is hateful, and evil, and just plain mean,
I will buy her chocolates and I will agree with her
For her I will be easygoing and helpful as a monk
No more swearing or cursing do I want to incur
I truly am scared of her, her time of the month.

Randy L. McClave