An Ode to Cramps

Oh cramps I abhor thee,
You make me groan in pain.
I know that in another month,
I'll have you back again.

I could just pop an advil,
Pills seem to work okay.
But perhaps a heating pad
Is in order today.

I like to be a woman,
With all my wiley ways,
Although I tend to hate each month
For about seven days.

Oh cramps, you are so crappy,
tea, I will grab another cup.
I guess I'm glad when you appear,
It means I'm not knocked up.