My Time of the Month
Once put my nightie on back to front
Kept backing into walls, what a big dunce
Faced away from the table
Tried to eat, wasn't able
Then wifey asked, “is this your time of the month?”
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2016
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