I dare not tag the person who inspired me to start writing drabbles. I’m certain he would prefer to miss this – my latest creation. Then again, I should give credit where credit is due. So Steve, this drabble… well, it’s not for you. (You’re welcome.)
A reminder for newbies, a drabble is a work of fiction consisting 100 words. Today’s drabble comes in the form of a poem. Which means, this may not be a true drabble. Nonetheless, you are welcomed and encouraged to create your own drabble. If you do, tag your post with ‘Friday Drabble’ and use the hash-tag #fridaydrabble on Twitter.
.: That Pal :.
It creeps up slowly, never making a sound.
A horrible headache, oh how it does pound.
Next come the moods – peevish and cranky;
gradually slipping to sadness, in need of a blankey.
The backache soon follows, while griping increases.
The sense of humor is gone, and the laughing ceases.
The purpose you serve is a wonderful thing;
I am grateful because my boys you did bring.
But the bloating, the yelling, the cravings, the crying –
To say I liked that would mean I was lying.
Oh Mother Nature, what a wonderful pal.
With love, from your crazed menstruating gal.