Ode to My Uterine Lining
you, your squishness, staring up from the drain,
a little--well, smiley-face, belying my pain.
You contort me in knots, simultaneously gushy,
and you refuse to swirl down, even though you're quite mushy.
My DivaCup is priceless, but emptying's no fun,
because the shower's covered in you, by the time that I'm done!
So lining, dear lining, please disintegrate or other,
before you are found in an hour by my brother.
QWP, of course.