Poems from communities: 7

[pomes]

Xmas

Finally the Christmas Tree is lit,
The star well-placed upon the top of it,
Menstruation makes me feel like shit,
But as Slade said, It's Christmas!

The gifts have all been chosen, wrapped and paid for,
The cakes, the sweets, who cares who they're made for?
I'm going to eat them all; I won't be swayed, for
It's just not right to have to bleed at Christmas!

I'd rather stay in bed than go pick holly
My Christmas jumper makes me look a wally
Even Mooncups can't make me feel jolly
My pants as red as Rudolf's nose this Christmas!

(Be grateful I couldn't find a rhyme for clots.)

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I was prevented more by common decency than vocabulary, but there you go.

(Clots as thick as witches' porridge, purged with senna and with borage, I'd rather live on worms and forage, than fucking bleed at Christmas).


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In response to a special request in the comments:
I'm going to bleed on Christmas Day
To wash the season's blues away
And then again on holiday -
Let's bleach my pants this Christmas!

Four years with my bits ignored
At last a chance of getting bored
I can't believe at last I've scored -
But blood might scare him spitless!

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Dashing through the cramps
on a six-pill three-gin ache,
walking into lamps,
trying to stay awake!
Spills and blobstains wash,
But never out of white.
Oh what fun to menstruate!
On the blob on Christmas Night!

[repeat chorus]

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Blood clots like cherries
Falling like snow, use bio
detergent: Christmas.

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To make haiku, take
cherries and snow, whisk into
three lines, leave to set.

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Another special request
Should menstruation be forgot
And never make me whine?
Should blood just run and never clot
For auld lang syne?