When women are at their least approachable, watch out!

The PMS Squad--
their mood, their temper
they can dismember.
None carry weapons
but, their words are sharp
enough to damage
as they seethe and harp.

Utter destruction
is quite possible;
feats so remarkable--
they're on a short fuse.
Men quake fearfully
wherever they go;
e'en appearing cheerfully.

Amazon warriors--
for days at a time
they all seem to mime
the hardiest soldier.
They drive the men crazy
in their 'do or die' mode
they're so far from lazy.

The PMS gals
always get their man;
as only a woman can.
When they are in pain
or suffering cramps.
You'd best give leeway
as they outgripe Gramps!

The PMS squad--
acquainted but bloated
with nerves overloaded--
are not one to cross.
The men have advantage
of muscles and bulk;
called on, they'll rampage.

They'll nail a man down,
pounce upon his poor back
and with nails, they'll attack.
He will cry for mercy.
They'll destroy his ego,
batter him till he's down,
then go shopping in town.

If you are ensnared
by a PMS gal
you'd best wait a while
to try to escape.
Their mood will soon pass
(they may become human);
another squad will mass.

It's the PMS squad!