MENSTRUATION

Two ovaries once told 'emselves,
Let's make a self,
Soon they were set,
A messenger was sent,
To be joined in legal union,
With a visitor.

The ballroom was set,
The visitor expected,
For a supposed set out,
To start right away,
In the hallway.

The visitor anticipated in a while,
Never arrived,
But the messenger took to the way,
Hoping for the best.

Alas! The visitor never was present,
For a matrimony,
He was the be-all and end-all.

The ovaries waxed wode,
A great fury it was,
The aftermath of which,
Was the annihilation,
Of the precious ballroom.

The ball room,
The feminine uterus.
The ovaries' messenger,
The matured ovum.
The truant visitor,
The expected sperm.
The annihilation,
The FLOW!

• ThePlainPen