Words serve no purpose, you've chosen your fate,
a woman who seethes with biochemial hate
How could a man marvel at beauty
When she admits her last meal was "Lookin4cutie?"

Now why would a man desire to mate
with a chick who is spiteful and tends to be late
the oversized ego that boasts of her charms
arouses suspicion and sets off alarms.

Try as you may
there's no way to please her
the war is internal
and nothing will ease her.

You give her some flowers, she says the wrong color
You give her some talk time, you've never been duller
You take her out dancing, buy her some clothes,
she spends all your money and steps on your toes.

Take it as a warning when a woman picks a fight
flips out at your comments,speeds up at the light.
Anything to get you punching at the wheel
yellow moon is maddness, and PMS is real.

Give her a boot, show her the door
tell her to soften that miserable core.
Drop her on the corner
make her walk alone
stay clear of her email
don’t pick up the phone
Next time read the paper
or find a nice long book
spare yourself the misery
and let her off the hook.

Very cute, but well put. I can say, "I have been there , done that and
got the tee shirt to prove it". Good job !!!!!!

you took the words right out of my mouth, thanks

Thanks. It comes from within.....lived it.

i have two things to say, this as very good, and also you are a very
beautiful woman, good luck, and keep writing

"Yellow moon is madness and PMS is real" is a very
profound line in your poem. It touched my soul.
You put your soul into this one
and it shows.
Great Work!