This poem was written with the inspiration of my dearest sis, Linda's contest and my dear friend, Heather Ober's contest.
Day one of my regular period, He always think I’m not in good mood; Seeing me, he runs away Do you think I like that way? My heart isn’t hard as piece of wood. He’s still single and he lives alone, He doesn’t know woman’s situation; Wearing napkins in three days So uneasy on my ways, Yet, he’s seeking special attention. Day two comes, he’s still so hesitant, He wants me to shout at a distant; Is he gentle man or gay? He believes what other’s say On monthly days, I’m not impatient! Third day is said to be our last day, Here he comes saying, “Babe, I’m sorry” Can I make love with you now? I believe you, I swear- bow. Babe, it’s my third day, please go away. July 4, 2013 Note: Some people believe that some women aren’t in good mood during their monthly period. But, for me, I don’t know;))))) . What I know is, I just love sleeping during these days. I’m always so so sleepy;))))))). This was especially inspired by the Day One Poem writing contest of my dearest poet sis Linda. The poem was closed when I was about to enter. Anyway, I’m still sharing it with you trying my best again to make you smile. I hope you’ll like it & I hope I did this limerick right. It’s my second attempt to write this form. Thank you so much & have a nice weekend!
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