Menstruation blues

My black basil is dead
And the wind is burning my holly,
isn't this enough to reach for chocolate?

The sky is grey
The wind blows cold,
isn't this enough to reach for my blanket?

My mate got a cold
and I am behind with the feedback,
isn't this enough to reach for old favourites?

The elections are a draw
and the Economy is at a loss,
isn't this enough to reach for the passport?

I am fussy,
I am crabby,
I am crappy,
and even cranky.
I am difficult,
I am sarcastic,
I am dangerous
and even psychotic.

Isn't it one of the best thing about being a woman?
Having a week of the month in which we got an excuse to be Evil.