He is a man with menarche--
Anatomic anomaly.
One day, some maid mist drowns his pants;
He bleeds like his sisters with the curse 'n' anguished rants.
He'll bemoan the "sickness" that'll, too, cause him to rant.

He could not believe his eyes:
His bosom'd swell and rise.
And then some snippy Frenchman called him a "tante!"
He riposted: "Monsieur, I must cuff you for that taunt!"
His "she" hormone system needs a course of estro plantes.

But now he needs to know
What generates down below,
And seek the solution to what made him nance
And seep like his sisters, and his cousines, and his aunts.
His genome is twisted and his corpus is askance.
Once mister, he's now "cousine," oozing red runs like a cru stream that decants.