That Time Of Month Poem by Ima Ryma

The wolf man comes into the house,
And plops into his easy chair.
'How was your day, dear? ' askes his spouse.
The wolf man gives her a mean stare.
'Why do you have to bother me, '
'With all your questions? Nag! Nag! Nag! '
'I've had a bad day - can't you see? '
'Stop acting like a nosy hag.'
The wolf man continues to growl,
His body shaking in fierce rage.
Acting and sounding very foul,
It's time to put him in his cage.

The wife thinks, seeing the full moon,
That time of month again - so soon.