The Blues...Reds Even!

My head throbs to an insane degree

I feel a little woozy.

I sit, take some pain killers to stop the pain;

I put on the telly...

Eastenders- Will Sayeed ever come out?!

Hope they don't prolong it.

The pain's gone now I'm decidedly pleased

You have no idea!

Until my tummy churns

From one thing to another.

This isn't fun, now I'm decidedly glum.

I'm off to bed.


A new day now, I'm all smiles again.

Off to town, I must get dressed.

No one wants to see me naked...not today!

Nothing...NOTHING fits!

Well, they fit but not right..it's ridiculous.

Nothing I say makes sense...

My writing's all confusing.

I know I could rhyme

but not even that's amusing!


Nothings seems to be my new favourite word.

My little brother's so cute and uber sweet,

but his voice is becoming severely annoying.

Everything he does is annoying.

It's sweet to everyone else, but I'm decidedly

seriously annoyed.

Out of nowhere he gives me cuddle...that's not

annoying.

It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside...Yay!

He was never annoying anyway...

My body yearns for my bed and all things comfy.

I just want to lay under my duvet all warm and

cosy.

Posy...felt like rhyming just then.

I'm very spontaneous.

Yummy, scrummy.

So what! I make up my own words.

I want to be cuddled all the time.

Everyone's decidedly bored with hugging me.


I need crisps...potato chips.

Prawn Cocktail and Worcester Sauce.

When that's over I'll have cake and

chocolates...preferably Snickers.

How annoying are these knickers!

I change into my granny pants...

Dare I say bloomers.

Still making no sense...am I?!

I stare into the mirror...

My face on the other side.

One pimple here, 4 zits there

I look like a pizza...

Pepperoni!

My face is unbelievably greasy.

It can make paper transparent...gross.

At least I've got Proactive.

Face...SORTED!

I'm thirsty...crazily...

my mouth is THE Sahara.

I drink...I drank

Now I must go pee...wee


Again I'm watching the telly...

I begin to cry,

any slightly emotional scene makes salty liquid

spew from my eyes.

I can't control it.

It won't be controlled.

I need it controlled!

I hear...

Violins play in the distance...nearby

I sigh...

I am just one hott mess...

Annoying, bloody...PMS!

February Hub Love # 20

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Faybe Bay 6 years ago from Florida

You just described my life! I had a feeling I knew the end when you went for chocolate and granny pants. That is my daughter's tool for getting through it.


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yenajeon 6 years ago from California

I totally read this poem in thinking it was a reference to Breakfast at Tiffanys! When Holly says "when you get the mean reds".

Beautiful poem though!


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theirishobserver. 6 years ago from Ireland

Great Hub - love the colours, how are you, working hard I hope, keep up the good work and see me in my office later...


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Sa Toya 6 years ago from England Author

Thanks:D

And yes...I have been working hard...so much that I've been neglecting hubpages a little.

Office ...name the time dude :)


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Sa Toya 6 years ago from England Author

@yenajeon I can see why you thought that...I do Lurve that film!!!


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Cheeky Girl 6 years ago from UK and Nerujenia

Great poem! Great writing. Every girl can relate to this. That darn PMS. It's part of life.

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