The Monster

It started out all friendly.

The atmosphere that evening.

The dark world of the Monster.

Began to show It's feelings,

The snarling was intense,

I was frozen to the spot,  

To speak would be just be fatal,

I'm so glad I did not.

I was minding my own business,

When the beast made It's attack,

It's eyes were red and raging,

When I tried to answer back.

The Monster It was in the mood.

To tear me limb from limb.

I begged It just to let me live.

As I trembled In my skin.

It backed off for a little while,

As steam blew from It's nose,

But this was just the starting point,

As It's anger slowly grows.

I took the Monsters lashing.

It's claws were like a knife.

I curled into a little ball.

Fearing for my life.

I'm strong as hell, my muscles huge,

As tough as man can be,

But nothing makes us fear our lives,

Like a girl with PMT.