Uterine Blues

Well, I woke up this mornin'

Felt something out of place

I looked in the mirror

Checked my hair and my face

I walked into the kitchen

to start off my day

when, I swear, I felt my uterus

had wandered away!

I've got a wandering womb

Oh yeah, I've got a wandering womb

And a womb that's off to wander

Well, that ain't no good

I'm thinking that my uterus

is misunderstood.

Well, I hurried to the doctor

to get me a cure

The doc, he said, don't worry

He had seen this before

What troubles you, my lady

is quite easy to see

Hysteria we call it

Now just leave it to me...

Oh no! I've got a wandering womb

Dear me, I've got a wandering womb

And a womb that's off to wander

Well, that's really sick

Gotta get my uterus back home

real quick!

Now I was really feelin' anxious

I was a mess

The doctor claimed the cure, it lay

under my dress!

He took a pair of gloves

from the top of his shelf

"No thanks," I told him quickly

"I will do it myself!"

I've got a wandering womb

Oh yeah, still got a wandering womb

And a womb that's off to wander

Ain't really a plight

'Cause now my uterus and I

are feelin' all right!

submitted (with aplogies!) for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, FB Friday, Sing It Toads

Make It Stop!

For Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Out of Standard With Izy ,we are  to parody our own poetic style. I have been told that many of my poems are "bleak." I also tend to write quite a bit about having migraines. So, for fun, I wrote a bit of migraine hyperbole (just a bit!)

My head

an overripe melon 

strains 

against its skin

 I'm on my knees

praying

 puking

 rebuking the gods of PAIN

PAIN

PAIN
Ice pick through my brain

My eyes recoil

from the burn

of the LIGHT

I'm losing the fight

to retain my sanity

and my humanity

as I crumble to a mass

of retching wretched uselessness