The Guest

I would rather they never come by but we need to see them. They bring some stuff that is necessary, I can’t say exactly what or why. You’ll just have to take my word on this. But I will tell you this, sometimes you just have to bite the bullet and bare their visit 

 

 

The Guest

 

Today was the same she was dressed in red

Her usual fanfare brought typical dread

Every time this guest arrives we buckle in pain

 

God please spare the agony when this guest comes again

Use special diets for the guest but it’s the same

Exercise for fitness but was demolished when my guest came

So bloated, so cramped, so wishing my guest away

This is the dread, the period, spots of dismay

 

 

 

Posted by Khaidji at 16 Oct 2010, 3:09 PM
Categories: Tenderly

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