PMS Poem

PMS

Is your woman a mess?

Premenstrual syndrome

Enough to make a man

Run far from home

Sigh for relief and groan

Agonize internally

At the torturous extremity

The intense emotional variety

Heavy burden and complexity

Unexplainable tendency

Explosions expressed angrily

Profound ongoing irritability

Bitter and profuse insensitivity

Suffocating your pulmonary

Constraining you internally

Thrust upon you vociferously

As complaining incessantly

These are some symptoms

Of PMS manifesting monthly

Communication uttered derisively

Spoken foully, hurtfully, and harshly

Insults unable to be endured endlessly

As she goes from femininity to being pushy

Nevertheless a loving man does dare to be

Understanding, sympathetic, and affectionate

While grinning and bearing it patiently

Wondering how long this devilish cycle

Shall badger, bruise, and cause abuse

Fatiguing heart, mind, and body

Adversely affecting one's sanity

Seemingly hurting one's marital unity

Contaminating one's inner purity

Obstructing a life lived peaceably

Throwing a woman over the edge

Making her frail and full of hostility

Depressed and fearful with anxiety

Retaining water within physically

Thwarting her self-esteem bodily

Eroding her confidence outwardly

Causing great distress and breast tenderness

Making a sexually aroused man settle for less

As she pushes him away far from her chest

These days of menstruation, not enjoyable for men

While major changes occur in lovely mother hen

Fluctuations and mood swings that seem not to end

Hold on my brother and dear fellow male friend

Such torments and troubles must come to pass

They certainly shall not come to stay

Therefore let none of these get in the way

Nor obstruct your undying love this day

For you too shall be made strong and last long

Like a man, boldly arise with faith to overcome

Be steadfast, hold on, do not up and run

Protect, Master thyself, and show Stability

This is what PMS should mean to thee

Purge, Make-Up, and Strengthen for she

As she regains her sense of inner identity

Cleanses, forgives, and heals relationally

Processes her pain and reconciles fully

In this most crucial and pivotal season

Wherein there is found no rhyme or reason

PMS may definitely be sad, callous, and cruel

Surely nothing we men ever learned in school

Nevertheless over it we can surely reign and rule

Though these moments may not be much fun

Surely above the clouds there does shine the sun

Therefore lovingly and patiently oblige your woman.