Periods

A full body storm,

That makes women lose all their shape and form,

Those last 2 kilos,

Back with a blow,

Chocolates you never wanted to touch,

Suddenly become your body's crutch,

To grin like the madhatter on the outside,

While a tsunami is blowing inside,

That's periods in a couple of lines,

We must carry along like those happy-looking, white-pant donning girls, without a whine,

Mutilating an entire cheesecake,

Would temporarily stop the ache,

So that's exactly what we do,

Our mouths are open, 

Our tummies become oceans,

Let's not even talk about emotions,

Are we happy, are we sad,

The hunger pangs and the pain, drive us quite mad,

Be gone periods,

Just shoo, scram and split.