The woman’s curse.

Only a person that never clots,
Who’s stomach never ties in knots,
That has never woken to crimson red,
Spreading across that glorious bed.
Will ask what its all about,
And mumble, ‘That ain’t nout!’

Karen Hayward ©2016

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