CLAP AND CHANT

Red like a sunburned lobster;
comes the tide, in and out,
each month for ages upon ages.

Once it comes, it comes on strong,
once it starts, it continues...
...about a week;
twelve months of the year.

Offspring in the oven
is the only reprieve...
the more little ones,
the less tide...
feeling more at ease.

Years turn into a
quarter century and beyond...
bodies age, tides turn,
the redness drowns;
soon it will be done and gone.

Hurry...losing the
red tide can't
happen fast enough.

All hands on deck,
clap and chant...
'Bring it on, that
MEN-O-PAUSE!'