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!
(Notice to Readers: Please bear with me! I am going through a seasonal ranting and crappy moodswing. So here's nonsence from whatever i was feeling that day.)
Tell me about your first crush,
I'll tell you mine.
He's an outstanding student in school,
Athele, scholar and best of all, he's my seinor.
I always have to see him from a far.
What do you mean go up and talk to him?
I'm suppose to go up close and personal?
Who am I to do that? The school Belle?
I don't think he even knows that I can breathe.
You think he's going to even take a tiny glance at me?
I think you are nuts!
I wish I wasn't a nobody.
What's going on today? An award ceremony?
Oh Look! He won another interschool competition.
Who's that other girl beside him?
Must be his girlfriend. I Hate HER!
Oh, but doesn't he look so cool and so cute?
I guess I should be happy looking from a far.
Eh! He's turning to my side! Oh No!
Don't react babe. Relax. Wait! Did he just wink at me?
Nah, Quit kidding yourself girl.
Must me dust in his eyes.
Can't be winking at you, out of a Kazillon others.
Snap out of it.
Argh! First I waited till last minute to do my assignment.
Then I overslept! Smart move babe, REAL SMART!
Now you are rushing to hand this assignment,
Like a wild boar in a hunt, being chased.
What time is it?
OUCH! Hey, Look where you're.....
OH My God! This is embarassing!
I knocked into him, Smack! Just like that!
He probably thinks I am a Clutz now.
I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to...
I beg your pardon, what did you say?
Oh No, It's not your fault, I wasn't looking where I was....
It's okay, I'm not hurt. (Just that I'm having a hormonal overdrive)
Oh, you don't have to help me.
(Shit, I'm ranting, Smooth Move Woman! GET A GRIP!)
Thank you, I'd be on my....What?
Yeah It's Calculus, I Suck at it.
Beg your pardon? No, I can't.
Don't waste your... You don't mind?
You really want to? Oh, I didn't mean...
Oh, you noticed? Yeah, I was the one directing the school play.
When? Friday after school?
Around Six? I think i am free.
Sure, Okay, see you at six then.
WAIT, I forgot, where?
Second bench by the pond in the park?
Okay. Bye, see ya.
Oh My God, OH My God, OH MY GOD!
This is unbelieveable,
This cannot be happening.
He actually talked to me,
he even offered to help.
Does that mean that he's asking me out?
As in a date? An actual date?
Better pinch myself, I could be dreaming.
(Or this could be one of those candy induced fantasies.)
OW!! Nope it's real!
There must be a catch somewhere,
But Hell, he asked me out!
HE noticed ME!
YEAH!! (Does a little victory dance)
*This poem is a ranting of a young teenage girl who has the hots for a school senior who DAMN CUTE! but thinks she is the geekest person alive and he wouldn't even care even if she died*
