After an evening with friends who spent their time alternately fanning themselves, I had a flash of inspiration, in the form of the Three Little Pigs. So I thought I’d try my hand at writing a poem. It’s been fun, I might carry on, as the mood takes me. Here’s to all the women enduring their own unique menopause, past and present, ladies, you are wonderful.
Menopausal Melee
Menopause, menopause, why did you begin?
Now I have hairs on my chinney-chin-chin
Sweat runs down my sides, face beetroot red
Little control over what my mouth said
I huff and I puff and the weight that I’ve gained
Makes my clothing too tight, stitches are strained
A wobbly belly, wrinkly skin
A shrivelled up uterus, lurking within
My brain’s in a fug, I leak when I sneeze
Once magnificent boobs heading down to my knees
I have not a clue what I came in here for
Or what we just talked about moments before
Rhino-hide skin and more delicate bones
Tight vocal chords, set to ‘old woman’ tones
Ms Grumpy, Ms Cranky both wait in the wings
To leap centre stage at the slightest of things
But I’m female, I’m strong, I’ve coped with much more
I’ll cope with this shit, and soon be restored
A bold new me is coming along
She’s a wise old bird, she’ll sing her own song
Menopause, menopause, why did you begin?
I’ll ride out the storm, until then, there’s gin
© Nicola Dunklin @ My Words Work For You
Sorry about the rude word Mum & Dad 🙂