#poetry, #periods, #auntflow

Roses are red and Periods are to.
While you weep like a willow,
my balls have turned blue…Like violets.
While you snuggle your pillow,
on the verge of tears and prone to violence.
“The cramps can’t possibly be that bad…”
(What a foolish notion)
[I hope she doesn’t get mad]
I take heed and return to silence,
for fear of any retribution
But alas, for fate has done it’s part.
“What the fuck do you mean by that remark?”
Emotions flare and anger rises;
A commotion erupts and her eyes widen three sizes,
with a glare of death upon me
(This is all of course no surprise)
Her voice is an explosion, my asshole torn asunder,
from her yelling and bellowing like a crack of thunder
She discoursed the erosion of her cervical walls,
and threatened to break or otherwise maim my balls
I stand stuttering, muttering with a quick
“But baby I’m-“
“Sorry?” You wont be buttering me up that easy”
As swiftly as the fiasco had started,
she found herself in it only half hearted
The anger subsided, and tears started to fall;
within moments she had begun to bawl
It appears, so it seems, this had swung in my favor;
a mad dash to the fridge and a shout out “which flavor?!”
“Rocky Road” she sobbed and said with a whimper;
her breath now only as soft as a whisper
I grabbed us 2 spoons and she hogged the tub;
(to prevent further feuds I just gave her a hug)
As we sat on the couch discussing what happened
her tears turned to humor and she started laughing
I slouched over thinking to myself “crisis avoided”
Note to self: Think quietly next time,
cuz she sure got annoyed…

So my mom went in the pool for the first time in a long while the other day. I made a big deal of it and she said “why are you acting like it’s an event of Olympic proportions”. I responded with “because it only happens once every four years.” I think I deserve the gold for quipping #poolside