Women

by carissalynn   May 2, 2007


Once a month,
Every month.
We woman go though
what we call, a cycle

We bloat and cramp
and we become the
wicked witch that
nobody wants to be around

So we rely on two things:
Chocolate and ice cream.
Our true loves
forever and always.

But love has always had a downside, right?
The work we did to loose weight
Before our cycle
Went to waste.
Yes our waist.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Jenni Marie

    HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
    Oh god gigglefit.
    As soon as I realized what this was about, I was sta here laughing to myself.
    Great job with this!

  • 17 years ago

    by Corinne

    Certainly got a chuckle out of me :-D

  • 17 years ago

    by Leanne

    Lmao i loved the ending to this poem, and its sooo true haha!!