The itsy-bitsy spider
Has always been left out
Down came the pain
The spider shouted loud
.
.
.
Out came the gun
And dried up all the pain
And the itsy-bitsy spider
Was never seen again
YOU ARE READING
When I'm PMS-ing
PoetryBEWARE, before you go any further. I did not write this book, my hormones did.
