The Red Tent

In olden days past,
when women had bled
the men banished them
to a tent that was red.

They hung out in the desert
for seven whole moons,
so they could all bitch in peace
out in the sand dunes.

I sure wish I had
my own little red tent;
Where I could hide by my ownself
With nary a gent.

I'd invite all my ladies,
and we'd eat Hostess cakes
and sit back on our asses
Complaining of back aches.

So I'm getting a red tent
and I don't mean to brag
but y'all can come over
when you are on the rag.