POEM: Wet Knickers Aren’t Always a Good Thing
Dear sanitary ads with liquids blue You wring them out, wing them out and proclaim your truth * We are surfing and skating Smiling white with hair tossed back, Not doubled up, cramping and hating * My sanitary pad won’t wring out blue My tampon won’t absorb a glass full As your adverts claim they do * I’m in Pizza Express with my white dress stained A patch on the seat, face red And knickers tinted * Diners are horrified at the spillage from my thighs I‘ll have to fake a red wine stain To take the judgement from their eyes "EXCUSE ME WAITER, CAN YOU MOP UP THE MERLOT? ” * Always Ultra lied to me, Tampax blagged and truth defiled me Maxi size with mini action * Anyway, why won’t these towels stay stuck my knickers, yet they yank out mi pubes like an Immac wax stripper? * Why don’t my roller boots ease my pain; like the smiley faced girls in white jeans with no crimson stains? * Their skin shines bright when sunlight glist...