| MOODY BITCH |
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| There once was a lady from Portage Whose good mood was sometimes in shortage She'd scowl and be rude to the men who pursued her hand for the purpose of courtage Some days her mood was quite pleasing Other times, more like a bee sting She'd smile and be sweet Or she'd frown and retreat Then she'd tear into you for no reason Her bad moods were from PMS Which did make it easier to guess just when they'd arise to curb the surprise and when to flee the hornets' nest When PMS time draws near Her reactions can be quite severe She might scream and shout and throw your ass out Or instead she might burst into tears Ah, but when a few days have gone by The twinkle returns to her eye The buzz of the hornets has now become dormant until the next cycle does rise |
| (c) 2004 Sheila W |