Summer’s hair is growing spare,
Her locks are going grey;
Her closet sports an orange theme
Since greener frocks are frayed.
Her temperature jumps back and forth
From warm to showing claws;
I wonder if her neighbours know
That she’s hit menopause?
Summer’s hair is growing spare,
Her locks are going grey;
Her closet sports an orange theme
Since greener frocks are frayed.
Her temperature jumps back and forth
From warm to showing claws;
I wonder if her neighbours know
That she’s hit menopause?
Ah…yes..menopause, actually if one doesn’t consider all you’ve said above, quite nicely by the way, plus a few other odds and ends…it’s not really bad at all! š
š Inevitable, at the very least, like death and taxes. Thank you Bastet!
Yep true!
Oh dear, you do make me laugh š
š A rather lovely role to play in life. Someone has to do it!
Indeed!
OK – wasn’t expecting the last line!
HA! Nothing drives the males out of the coffee room like ‘women’s stuff’…. š
That’s funny and true!
Sounds like where I’m heading. And – if all goes well – I’ll live long enough to see my whole head turn grey! For now – they are highlights š
As far as menopause – blah on the pre-stuff.
I couldn’t agree more!! Blech…
LOL š That’s funnY!
š hehe
Does she cross her legs when she sneezes and does she sweat bullets in the middle of a snowstorm, too ???
Hey – do you know her? Uncanny…. š
She has been showing up every so often … while she is extremely unpredictable, I have noticed her around here more often … I don’t want to be rude, but I really don’t care for her much š¦
I suppose you prefer her younger, thinner, more even-tempered counterpart? š
HRT works for me. Nice poem, Mel!!
Blessed be the pharmaceutical industry, for they keep their patrons well-balanced! š
Well, no drug is perfect–but it helps.
I agree. And if it’s not hindering, it’s good to add to the team.
This is delightful, Melody, and one I can also relate to, oh, the joys! š
Unfortunately I can, too. Blast and bother. Ah, well – might as well find the humour there, too!
As I was reading this, the wind was blowing leaves across my roof with such vengence it sounded like a hail storm—-so much work ahead before what’s falling turns white. Some days it’s hard to remember the shade and gentle breezes that bring joy in other seasons…..
True. But each season has its bleak, and each season has its beautiful – we can choose to hold on to the beautiful, too! Thanks, Tina…
I love it.
š Great! You’re too young to fully appreciate it yet, though! ;0