Welcome to another installment of PMS Poem Friday. Unfortunately. And because this has been a particularly horrible month, PMS-wise, I am going to share a poem by my favorite doctor/poet, William Carlos Williams. I needed an epidural, or something really really strong. I needed someone who could put me out of my misery.
Instead, this is what the doctor ordered:
This Is Just To Say
I have eaten
that were in
you were probably
they were delicious
and so cold.
And there you have it. Not a word of apology or sympathy from the doctor. Isn't that just like a man. And really, why does he need two first names? Isn't that just redundant? Isn't that just redundant?
Go ahead, mock my pain, and I'll mock yours, William Carlos Williams.
I'm sorry for the snarkiness, Doctor. You really are my favorite.
This is just the hormones talking.