Beautiful Watercolours and Prints for Sale

2008-11-19T08:07:00.000-08:00

prices available on request

Maggie Chilvers

07828 012545

2008-11-19T03:12:00.000-08:00

PMT

I TOLD him I had PMT He paid no heed no heed to me.

I warned him I could not control my actions deeds my mind my soul.

But nonetheless he paid no heed. Although my female friends agreed

that all their partners coddled them when PMT came round again.

He scoffed he scorned me on and on His sympathy? There just was none.

He made me scrape and scrub and toil from dawn till dusk I slaved so loyal.

I knew that there had been a case of a wife who blew away the face Of her old man

because he wouldn’t listen (and she didn’t even go to prison.)

And so it happened that fateful week, when PMT had reached its peak.

When in the morning I arose and went to the kitchen for repose.

Well there he sat his hair so thin resting his head on his lantern chin.

Snarling at my darling dog upon my brain there came a fog.

I grabbed the hammer from the drawer and smashed and pummelled him to the floor.

Upon the house there fell a hush as from his head the blood did gush.

I warned him I had PMT he paid no heed no heed to me.

Of course the jury set me free and I’ve even been on Live TV.

These days I have a partner new whose love for me is pure and true.

He cleans and cooks and cares for me (especially when I have PMT.)

I know his love for me is soaring he’s young and virile

but so boring (I wonder… if he stresses me the next time I have PMT?…….)

Maggie the Poet