He flirts with swagger, tough and sly,
Until one cotton ghost drifts by.
His lungs collapse, his pupils shrink:
The Red Sea's there - and he can't think.
A harmless wrapper hits the floor,
He screams in fear - out of the door.
Brave soldier gone with trembling knees:
Retreat! Retreat! Ovaries!
They mock our pain, but drop like flies,
When faced with proof of girl supplies.
The sight of pads or 'monthly doom'?
They'd rather face some deadly gloom.
A tampon's launched - a weapon, sleek.
His courage folds within 'the week'.
Men run from blood, though not from crime;
The irony just bleeds in time.
So girls, take notes for future use:
No ghosting texts, no lame excuse.
Just toss a ****** aim with flair,
You'll clear the room, the field, the air.
And when they ask what brought their fall,
Say, "tampons, honey - that is all."
He thought it's death, disease, or pain;
Nope - Cotton catching ****** rain.
Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 4:27 AM UTC
He flirts with swagger, tough and sly,
Until one cotton ghost drifts by.
His lungs collapse, his pupils shrink:
The Red Sea's there - and he can't think.
A harmless wrapper hits the floor,
He screams in fear - out of the door.
Brave soldier gone with trembling knees:
Retreat! Retreat! Ovaries!
They mock our pain, but drop like flies,
When faced with proof of girl supplies.
The sight of pads or 'monthly doom'?
They'd rather face some deadly gloom.
A tampon's launched - a weapon, sleek.
His courage folds within 'the week'.
Men run from blood, though not from crime;
The irony just bleeds in time.
So girls, take notes for future use:
No ghosting texts, no lame excuse.
Just toss a ****** aim with flair,
You'll clear the room, the field, the air.
And when they ask what brought their fall,
Say, "tampons, honey - that is all."
He thought it's death, disease, or pain;
Nope - Cotton catching ****** rain.