Do you hear the people sing?
Singing the Songs of Angry men?
But How angry can a man be
Compared to an iminently P.M.Sing Woman?
When the Crimson tide arrive,
Heaven and Earth Collide,
All the men's courage subside,
to the mercy of an iminently P.M.Sing Woman!

When the hormones start to sing,
Care and concern starts to fling,
All emotions starts to sink,
Everyone starts to cringe,
To the mopeing and whining of an iminent P.M.Sing Woman.

Oh how we grumble,
Oh How we gripe,
About the pains and agony of being a woman.
Oh how tedious it can be,
Our bloody Monthly plight
to keep our biological clock
Fine tuned and in time,
the agony of the cramps
suffering a week at an end.

So heed the gentle, but honest reminder,
When the red crimson tide comes a hither,
Be nice, Be sweet to your maiden fair,
For she will reward you for your soothing touch,
OR RIP YOUR HEAD OFF, IF YOU BLUNDER TWICE!