This one is about a rather well-known monthly event that affects a certain portion of our population, entitled
That Time of the Month
It is that time of the month once again
That time that I just detest so.
"Your body's changing," they said the first time
As if I would not ever have guessed so.
I will become very "irritable"
To use a mild euphemism.
Changing hormones will make me a real bitch
And reduce me to crude barbarism.
Worse is the patronization I face:
"It's not so bad, rest assured, miss."
That's what I hear ev'ry twenty-eight days
From some bastard who's never endured this.
Soon blood will flow and my body will bloat--
I do not know how I can cope.
This lunar cycle just could not be worse...
God it sucks when you are a lycanthrope.
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