Pmt Poem by Alison Smith
Pmt
Here it is again
My mind sees all the horrors
Every twenty eight days it seems
I loose my sensibilty
I know there is nothing to worry about
But you haven't spoken to me for days
And another said you have spoken to her
So now I feel its all over
Dont know how to combat this time
Cant make the thoughts go away
I'll feel all different in a couple of days
But for now I fight PMT
Hey Alison, I'm with you on this one, do you think that after a while all female poets who speak will synchronise their periods, a la lots of females sharing a home doing the same! ! LOL! Scary thought! Good poem though.... HG: -) xx
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