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Ho I am the menstrual man
The mean old menstrual man I am
Once a month I will descend
To make you suffer sorely
Your period you can’t suspend
So prepare to feel quite poorly
And he stamps his little feet
with two picks tied neat
And his chubby little shoes
Beat a merry little tune
You ovum dose quiver
and you feel a shiver
Your smile flips to a frown
as the pain takes you down
Bugger my britches
The pain in these bitches!
My ovaries burn
why the hells it my turn?
It was over a month ago
whys my bodyclock so slow
So crippled and week
I’ll just lay here and weep
Oh woe the menstrual man
stomps on your ovaries you know
a satisfied grunt with every blow
And I know he’ll never stop
he stomps every period
But for three weeks and glad to say
The menstrual man has gone away
Following your bro.
Just so you know, I’m totally following your lil’ bro now!!
moment earlier at...dinner table and informed...my ovaries....