Pms Poems

Refurbished Nursery Rhymes: Little Miss Muffett Or Don't Mess With PMS

When a big hairy spider
Came and plopped down beside her
As Miss Muffett sat munchin'
A light, healthy luncheon,
She screamed, "Sir, naught could be ruder
Than an arachnid intruder!",
And proceeded to prove the mistake he had made.
'neath a teacup she trapped him,
With a teaspoon she tapped him,
And then lethally zapped him
With a snootfull of Raid.

You may ask why'd

Categories: pms, humor,
Form: Light Verse

How To Survive Pms ,From a Male's Perspective

PMS..
1.IF YOU SUSPECT ITS APPROACH ING THAT TIME OF MONTH, WORK DONE 5.30  MEK SURE YOU AT HOME 5.45..
2.MAKE SURE YOU WALK THROUGH THAT DOOR WITH ICE CREAM..OR CHOCOLATE,OR ANYTHING SWEET.
3.TEST WATER BY ASKING HOW WAS YOUR DAY DARLING? WIT A SMILE
4.RUB FEET WITHOUT BEING ASKED..DO IT WITH A SMILE..
5.SPOON FEED ICE CREAM, BUT

Categories: pms, fun, hilarious, women,
Form: Footle

Pms

sexual desire
frustration
anger
mixed emotions
running together
like two toned candles and wax

Categories: pms, anxiety,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Pms

I need not
these whoremoans
nor this 
baby baking box
nor does my lover
need me flopping
like a flounder
on the docks

Categories: pms, crazy, relationship,
Form: Light Verse

Pms

It's not that men are totally blind
It's just that we can't see most of the time
Focusing mainly on I, me and don't forget mine
In our mess of a head it's so hard to find

What it is that women really do want
With all of the does along with all of the dont's
Maybe what we really need

Categories: pms, funny, gender, humor,
Form: Free verse

Dear Mrs Pms

Dear Mrs. PMS, 
I'm so glad that you only visit once a month 
Because you are truly a Royal Pain in the A** 
You turn my woman into the Incredible Hulk 
I Mean Literally 
Man, when she gets mad I get mad 
And I really don't like her when she gets mad 
The tone her

Categories: pms, art, humorous,
Form: Free verse

A Pms Moment

A PMS Moment (please. make. sense.)

A motionless story sometimes bends me back.
I have to start from the beginning and retrack.
Why can’t it just be simple and kind?
All these negative thoughts, I know they aren’t mine.
So I take these pills and I drink this drink.
Whatever it does to me… it still doesn’t sink.
In--- sink in, please,

Categories: pms, conflict, emotions, gender, love
Form: I do not know?

Give Me a Break I Am Pms Ing

I may slap you, curse you, smack you
Don’t get too serious honey, its monthly fun
I am PMS ing and my trauma is true
Be my gentleman and Pass My Shotgun

I may hate your friends and knock them down
Be any handsome man or cute chick
Don’t get them here when I am around
I am PMS ing, People Make

Categories: pms, caregiving, depression, girlfriend-boyfriend, growing
Form: Sonnet

Pms

Somebody please help me, I'm in great distress.
My wife is having her period and she has PMS.
One time she grabbed a television set and hit me in the head.
When I came out of my coma, I was amazed that I wasn't dead.

She goes on rampages and she screams and shouts.
I told her to shut up

Categories: pms, funnytime,
Form: Rhyme

Pms

Women complain about premenstrual syndrome,
but I think of it as the only time of the month that they let their true selves be known.

Categories: pms,
Form: Rhyme

Pms/Pmt

Taste these tears
Before you say you know...

Kiss me softly
Before you get up to go...

You are unaware 
That I am drowning
Before the flood,

Emotionally and physically,
Without a drop of blood.

Categories: pms, girlfriend-boyfriend, introspection, life,
Form: Rhyme

Pms

It’s that time of month again
Everyone scrambling and afraid
Scattering numerous footsteps
Like pouring down summer rain

Walking terrified on eggshells
Away they do turn
Finding a much safer haven
From past experience they’ve learned

Boarding themselves in their rooms
Their doors closed and securely locked
Hoping they have enough nourishment
Plenty of food and water has been stocked

Mom is not her usual self again
A

Categories: pms, introspection, life, mother,
Form: I do not know?

Pms [ Pre-Menstrual Syndrome]

The day will come when you are just a distant memory
One that I will have to concentrate long & hard to remember...
Your face will be a shadow
The memory of your touch, kiss, taste, feel, voice, scent will be intangible, 
impalpable, unable to invoke the intensity with which  I still carry you in my 
thoughts

Categories: pms, girlfriend-boyfriend, lost love, love,
Form: Dramatic Monologue