And Now…

the end is near
and so I think I know the reason
it has all become so clear
it’s like the changing of the seasons

as sure as night follows day
as sure as my eyes have welled up
with tears, I now know why
I need my mooncup

Tantrums, I’ve had a few
Irrational and rather tetchy
unable to explain quite why
my reasoning has been quite sketchy

But now I know, I know the truth
I know just why I am so fed up
It is because of my period
I need my mooncup

There have been times, I’m sure I blogged
I’ve carried the woes of the whole nation
but now, I realise
It was because I was due, for menstruation
I cried it out, I shouted loud
I NEED MY MOONCUP

To think, I had a crap week
and didn’t reach my full potential
It was not all my fault
I was pre-menstrual

For what is a woman? What has she got?
If not a regular cycle – then not a lot
to slam those doors, to stamp and shout
to primal scream, to let it out
I offer my excuse, I cannot lose
I’VE GOT MY MOONCUP!

11 replies on “And Now…”

  1. I have one year old coil and no cycles. does this mean permaneantly premenstual or permanently serene?

  2. Well my last one had me in heaven for 4 years (well in my hormones- did sod all for the rest of my life!).

  3. so I’ve been wondering about this coordinating cycles thing that happens to women who live or work – and perhaps even blog together. Does everyone’s adjust slightly over a period (no pun intended) of time until we all bleed togeether (parody of Paul’s song – might change the lyrics to that next month!) or does everyone fall in line with the dominant alpha female?

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