The Worst 2 Days Ever, Experienced Monthly

Emotions scuttle through me Like clouds across a sky One minute I feel glee The next I feel I'll die My face is red and blotchy My eyes feverishly bright I know if I saw clearly My face would be a fright My hair feels like a birds nest My memory's shot to hell My sleep's when conversation's best Naught could wake me but a fire bell Guys say they cannot bear us That we're snappish and we're rude I know for sure they'd fuss If THEY had to deal with these moods The worst is the pain of the belly Harmless cramps they say? My abdomen's turned to jelly Why should we suffer this way? What a frustrating time we spend Before our PMSing ends